Help Me Develop A Passion For American Football: An Epic Poem by Penfield
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mastermind
Rest In Power Kobe
Encino Man is a hood classic.
dennis roadman
nuclear war in my bag
to this day my mom will walk around talking to herself saying "no wheezin the juuuu-uuuuuiice"
to this day my mom will walk around talking to herself saying "no wheezin the juuuu-uuuuuiice"
mastermind
Rest In Power Kobe
Pauley Shore 
how did he become famous, only generation x can answer that.
how did he become famous, only generation x can answer that.
dennis roadman
nuclear war in my bag
Pauley Shore
how did he become famous, only generation x can answer that.
his mom owned the comedy store in LA, put him on during slow nights, allowed him to become weed carrier to the stars
you put no fear in my heart plehbwoy
courtdog
Drinks Blood from a Boot
@As a certified Genius, this nikka Penfield is not a bird of a feather
In sports terms, his genius is only a replica
Really? That does explain.... well, everything
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mastermind
Rest In Power Kobe
dennis roadman
nuclear war in my bag
As a certified Genius, this nikka Penfield is not a bird of a feather
In sports terms, his genius is only a replica
they were the idiots that were spoonfed his bit and thought it was for real.didnt know that
I just assumed the MTV crowd put him over.
i loved In the Army Now. GOAT war flick
Neglect duties.
Redirect relationships towards a more goal-orientated path.
Sacrifice 16 of your sunday nights to wednesday morning onto a gold-plated ponzi scheme that will burnish your outward demeanour and inner psyche with an unwarranted hue of either noxious lament or obsequious joy.
Grasp at the cold morning air of Thanksgiving like a sacred native wrapped in a gift blanket.
Accept the quarterback into your heart. Yes, that overly robust jesus figure whose profession resembles the worst acts of childhood (petulance, short-attention span, obnoxious, toys out the pram, inability to follow instructions to the letter, sense of entitlement) is indeed a bad religion, but Nietzsche was a nihilst till his sister read the will, so nail your colours to the mast before we all run out of kerosene.
Redirect relationships towards a more goal-orientated path.
Sacrifice 16 of your sunday nights to wednesday morning onto a gold-plated ponzi scheme that will burnish your outward demeanour and inner psyche with an unwarranted hue of either noxious lament or obsequious joy.
Grasp at the cold morning air of Thanksgiving like a sacred native wrapped in a gift blanket.
Accept the quarterback into your heart. Yes, that overly robust jesus figure whose profession resembles the worst acts of childhood (petulance, short-attention span, obnoxious, toys out the pram, inability to follow instructions to the letter, sense of entitlement) is indeed a bad religion, but Nietzsche was a nihilst till his sister read the will, so nail your colours to the mast before we all run out of kerosene.
dennis roadman
nuclear war in my bag
still pretty good
