Essential The Locker Room's Random Thoughts
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I forgot how sensitive the mods are in TLREddit when you say stuff they don't agree with.
Ol’Otis
The Picasso of the Ghetto
Watching Beverly Hills 90210
Andrea stayed throwing the p*ssy at Brandon
Andrea stayed throwing the p*ssy at Brandon
Mandarin Duck
Majestic and Highfalutin
My Aunt is in town and I took her to a mexican restaurant. The waiter asked where she was from. I say Philadelphia and she tells me she has no idea where that is.
She was very nice but sometimes it shocks me how stupid people are.
She was very nice but sometimes it shocks me how stupid people are.
Blown Moon
All Star
Have you ever ordered Ubereats and seen that the driver was a bad bytch and then decided to answer the door in ya draws?
Me either.
Me either.
I be watching my 600 pound life and everyone on that show is married or has a partner 
Nephew been helping us with the collard greens the last couple weeks. We let him break up the stems to make it easier to put in the garbage. He always decides he's done towards the end though 
Amo Husserl
Superstar
NoirDynosaur
Yurrrrrrrrrr
Damn…I was too drunk to get these shawties numbers
Had a blast
Had a blast
Independence Day 
MajesticLion
Superstar
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.