You’re gay go accept you’re retarded self. S*** a d***, play smear the queer with the football team you were to skinny and uncoordinated to join. Just don’t say you hate me when you literally are c*** hungry for my sausage. Between you and you’re mother MEG, I don’t know who makes me more uncomfortable. I guess when you’re father has s***** intercorse with every a*** in his home.. s*** would get pretty gay. Maybe if you get some carrots dangling above you, it might take the urge to run around you’re yard less with blood dripping from you’re arse an snot running out you’re face or c** whatever it is. While you sit in a gayrage and cry that life ain’t fair. You shouldn’t cry or be face down a** up when you got nuts between you’re legs. Even if they look feminine.