NEET
02/26/2024 (Mon) 10:54
No.820967
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My pop got cancer. He was a profession durry smoking pisshead
He would always have a go at me for poking the fire too, his living room was absolutely rooted from the darts, yellow carpet, yellow curtains, yellow facial hair. Bit of a miserable old cunt but at least he let us fang around the yard on the peewee 50.