That's not a no...^^Too random.
Careful. He might report you!!God damn bro you post a lot of bullshit. Only here for 6 weeks and already over 1000 post. Are you trying to catch up with unclebuck in post count?
BumpCareful. He might report you!!
For a guy that says hes against "the snitch switch" - he sure uses it an awful lot.
And his hyperventilation begins. You're really bad at this trolling thing aren't you, internet tough guy?@Pinworm View attachment 3240771 Gimme Your motherfucking Dayton's and your stereo while you're at it I'll take a large burger with cheese!!
Dude Pinworm! Finally we get to see that bright smile of yours! =)
Unless he has friends that troll for him.And his hyperventilation begins. You're really bad at this trolling thing aren't you, internet tough guy?
Unless he has friends that troll for him.Careful. He might report you!!
For a guy that says hes against "the snitch switch" - he sure uses it an awful lot.
Ahhh my days as a young parasite. Things were much simpler back then.Unless he has friends that troll for him.
Here is a nice picture of Pinworm and his brood in their natural habitat...
I know you sang through it at least once with me pinworm don't be a haterOne evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking,
And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning
I'm headed for a land that's far away
Besides the crystal fountains
So come with me, we'll go and see
The Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
There's a land that's fair and bright,
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night.
Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
And the birds and the bees
And the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go
Where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall
The winds don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew
And of whiskey too
You can paddle all around it
In a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
The jails are made of tin.
And you can walk right out again,
As soon as you are in.
There ain't no short-handled shovels,
No axes, saws nor picks,
I'm bound to stay
Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
Smerf yeah!Ahhh my days as a young parasite. Things were much simpler back then.
This picture is from last week you LIAR!!Ahhh my days as a young parasite. Things were much simpler back then.
good byeActually growing bored here
you won't be missed when you leaveActually growing bored here