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Yes son I met your mother in the bpd sluts discord server

this dirty soda trend is the nastiest shit ever like are you seriously drinking Sprite Milk

I love running into my short friends at shows it’s like finding a ground score

2026 & people still arguing over what riddim is

if twitter was monetized in 2020-23 i literally would’ve gotten RACKS it makes me mad everytime i come on this app now

now that im an adult i understand why all my grandma did was smoke cigarettes on her patio listening to music

I think south Florida honestly is home to some of the baddest bitches in America fuck Atlanta and New York

i wake up, i go to work, i want to die, i come home & have a beer, i feel like god

LeBron isn’t just a man. He’s a phenomenon. He’s a celestial event, a once-in-a-lifetime alignment of the stars, a cosmic masterpiece sculpted by the basketball gods themselves. When he moves, it’s not just movement—it’s poetry. Every dribble, every pass, every dunk, every single bead of sweat that glistens under the arena lights is like a love letter sent directly to my heart. How could one human being be so perfect? It defies all logic, all reason, all earthly explanations. His voice? It’s like a lullaby and a war cry wrapped into one. When he speaks, it’s as if the universe itself pauses just to listen. The way he commands respect, the way he leads, the way he exists—it does something to me. When I see him laugh, when I see that perfect, radiant, joy-filled smile, I swear my soul leaves my body. I float above the world, untethered by gravity, held aloft only by the sheer force of my adoration for this man. And then there’s his physique—his godlike, sculpted-by-the-heavens physique. Every muscle, every vein, every perfectly chiseled inch of him is a testament to human perfection. He is not just a man, he is an ideal, a dream given flesh, the pinnacle of what the human form can achieve. The way he moves, with such grace and power, is enough to leave me breathless. He is a masterpiece in motion, a living, breathing work of art. But it’s not just the physical. Oh no. My love for LeBron transcends the physical realm. It’s the mind, the heart, the soul.

Baby u gonna suck whatever i pull out of these Dale jr. pajama pants

you can call all ur friends and ask them if they want something from arby’s and they are going to reply in disgust, that shit might actually be the chum bucket.

they just hit the second tower

While our wonderful president was out playing golf all day, the TSA is falling apart, just like our government! Airports a total disaster!

i’m gonna have to call out of work the day lebron retires

i actually have 1000000s memories of my life in my snap memories and i actually can’t ever lose them, they are hilarious and i need them forever and are nothing but memories of my entire life from being in this scene, if i have to download each video i will

don’t care didn’t ask & bam dropped 83

i’ve been sober from gas station honey buns for 2 years