I’d rather see a homeless run off with my wallet then pay a p******** to set up his dates.
C***, Coke and Cash
I still want to expel my jiz/zum into the moist sugar walls of Greta Thunberg. Can’t imagine what any baby of hers would look or sound like, but I don’t care. All she’d be is a receptacle for spoo, and kind of a skanky one at that.
