His brotherly bratwurst butt boogers?
His cherished chimney chocolate?
His brown corn cobbled loaf?
His creamy colon creations?
His bountiful bowel boles?
What colour are they? I'm colourblind and asking for a friend
His brawny browns?
His malodorous movements?
His delicious delicacies?
No, I think you are the one who stays clogged, my friend.
Forever clogged, your entire life down the throat of an overused emo boy from some band. That is your life, down the drain.
What you do here actually means something to you, doesnt it? This level of dedication means that it does.
Several youtube accounts, don't think Ive forgotten. All the work here in this images. You're really "clogged up" in this phase of your life, aren't you? To use your lingo.
His soupy, flummoxing boll weevils?
His bankruptcy bastard bleeders?
His blistering bowel movement?
We are stinky and we are legion.
Like a coil of stained streamers coming from his Assholieness, we are unbreakable in our rivetous resolve.
You're talking complete shit
his miasmic meaty muffins?
his bodacious booty blasts?
his explicitly erotic excrement?
his joyous java javelin?
his dreamy dookie deeds?
his salacious sloppy slids?