I'll be that one creepy-ass rabbit that stares at you all day, eats when he's not hungry, drinks when he's not thirsty, runs on his fuckup tredmill when he's tired af, has blue/red eyes, looks like a rotten mut, and get's chased my 2 dogs.
I'm the humiliated bastard son, product of the fathers affairs.
Status
This thread has been locked.
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.