Sometimes I don’t know when to stop. TFM.
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An open message to the recent high school graduates on this website, and I know that there’s a fuckton of you on here:
Dressing “fratty” doesn’t mean shit. Do you want to be like this ass-clown?
Suck it OX
fucking new boy…
Alright who took alcohol to the reservation? You know they can’t handle their shit.
Selling bootleg whiksey to Chief Menotaw’s son. TFTC.
You can’t just stop being asian.
I’m guessing your pledge nickname was “Charlie”?
I don’t rage in neighborhoods with small homes and older vehicles like those. Too many Obama voters.
Please tell us more.
Oh, please do. *grabs popcorn*
“Sometimes I’m not sure when to come out of the closet”
you don’t know when to stop eating?
^He should really come to Chili’s more often.
You know exactly where to stop at the buffet