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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- Meet me down by the river.
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- Now that’s art.
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- Something to distract you from “Orange Man bad!”
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- Friday. Redhead. Fuck yes.
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- She is setting my legions on fire.
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- She is baffled by your lack of $400 and a tool kit.
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- Now that’s got TGO stroking himself.
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- She’s touching her face! There oughta be a law!
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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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- Your day game skills have captured Supergirls attention.
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- Zoomers for the win!
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- Good redheads wear their collars.
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- She just “found out” I want to bang her.
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- TGO would bang that. For realz.
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- Not even Supergirl can defeat The Wall.
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