[Badou takes a healthy swallow (.............) of his drink, waiting for this wrecked asshole to peek through the fog of his brain and make sense. He was not disappointed in the confusing shit that slipped out, eliciting a snort from Badou.] I sure as fuck hope you ain't doin' anythin' to bears. I've dealt with enough furies in my time to know where that's goin'. It's all fun an games till you get your dick clawed up.
[Sighing, unsure as to why he feels compelled, he climbs to his feet and saunters over to Norrington's table or whatever with that juicy booty of his. Plopping down, planting his six pack onto the table with a thunk, he adds to this Great Lament] Stop fuckin' cryin, you pussy. There's other pussy an titties in the sea. You suck it up like a man till you get back to your shack an cry an drink alone in the tub.
[The crying sure sounded familiar. The wobble-y, nasally, constipated sound. Badou peered at the guy while rooting around for a cigarette, but couldn't quite put his finger on it (...........) yet. He fetches one for the Tit Lamentor and one for himself, lighting up immediately.] I guess. Just don't light yourself on fire or anythin', I ain't gettin put in the slammer. I'll have those bastards worshipin me in no time. Anarchy everywhere.
[Yeah ok Badou, we all know you'll be someone's bitch]
You shoulda put a ring on those titties if you didn't wanna lose em to some dickhole then, bro. Jesus.
(I'M SHITTING JUST IMAGING THAT GRUNT! I KNOW THE ONE EXACTLY! I canotihdfoidhfodifh AHHHHHHH THIS IS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL)
if the pee is mostly alcohol I'll consider it......but only if we dont make money off golden showers
I'VE ALREADY LOST IT ALL OVER IN THE ASS!!![Badou takes a healthy swallow (.............) of his drink, waiting for this wrecked asshole to peek through the fog of his brain and make sense. He was not disappointed in the confusing shit that slipped out, eliciting a snort from Badou.] I sure as fuck hope you ain't doin' anythin' to bears. I've dealt with enough furies in my time to know where that's goin'. It's all fun an games till you get your dick clawed up.
[Sighing, unsure as to why he feels compelled, he climbs to his feet and saunters over to Norrington's table or whatever with that juicy booty of his. Plopping down, planting his six pack onto the table with a thunk, he adds to this Great Lament] Stop fuckin' cryin, you pussy. There's other pussy an titties in the sea. You suck it up like a man till you get back to your shack an cry an drink alone in the tub.
[The crying sure sounded familiar. The wobble-y, nasally, constipated sound. Badou peered at the guy while rooting around for a cigarette, but couldn't quite put his finger on it (...........) yet. He fetches one for the Tit Lamentor and one for himself, lighting up immediately.] I guess. Just don't light yourself on fire or anythin', I ain't gettin put in the slammer. I'll have those bastards worshipin me in no time. Anarchy everywhere.
[Yeah ok Badou, we all know you'll be someone's bitch]
You shoulda put a ring on those titties if you didn't wanna lose em to some dickhole then, bro. Jesus.
(I'M SHITTING JUST IMAGING THAT GRUNT! I KNOW THE ONE EXACTLY! I canotihdfoidhfodifh AHHHHHHH THIS IS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL)