You Asked For It. Now Give Me Your Money.
Some of you, those of you with class and intelligence, have asked me to set up a method for you to give me money.
In exchange for all this fucking off that I’m doing probably.
After hours of battling the system, I’ll tell you the punch line to the PayPal ordeal in an upcoming podcast, I’ve finally set up a PayPal account.
How long will it last? I’m sure the clock is already ticking. Until they cancel it because reasons you can give me, The Great One, Himself, your hard earned money. Or if you are a cute girl I’ll give you something hard. But that’s a different story.
Now fucking pay up. Much love bitches.
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- TGO would bang that. For realz.
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- Meet me down by the river.
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- She is setting my legions on fire.
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- Not even Supergirl can defeat The Wall.
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- Now that’s art.
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- Now that’s got TGO stroking himself.
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- She is baffled by your lack of $400 and a tool kit.
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- Good redheads wear their collars.
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- She’s touching her face! There oughta be a law!
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- Your day game skills have captured Supergirls attention.
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- Zoomers for the win!
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- She just “found out” I want to bang her.
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- Something to distract you from “Orange Man bad!”
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- Boomer womynz are afraid to die – therefore I don’t get to go to the gym and see this.
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- Friday. Redhead. Fuck yes.
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