Message from @sevro
Discord ID: 601793765207703572
I was in the Infantry, we used to take mass showers together. America's finest warriors all under steaming shower heads, peckers glistening in the semi dim lights, and soap parading across our perfect pectoral muscles from thousands of push-ups
I don't care
when I'm done with you I'm shipping you off to ram ranch
You ever sat in a Humvee in Afghanistan at night, talking about having a chick put her finger in your ass while she blows you when you get home? I have
have you ever seen 18 naked cowboys in the showers at ram ranch?
Or wrapped your pecker in saran wrap to plow a Chinese hooker in a northern Iraqi hotel?
18 throbbing coccks wanting to be sucked
18 toned asses waiting to be fucked
You made this pretty gay, at least I threw some vag in my rape fantasies
nothing straighter than raping your own mom
True
I used to rape my mom while my dad was away on Navy business
She was in the Navy, too, so I would rape him while she was away
relatable
sometimes id rape my whole family back to back
great christmases
My uncle, at family get togethers, would invite me down to the basement, right? There he'd set up a camcorder, yes VHS, and would make me sing "The Star Spangled Banner" naked while he caressed his red, white, and blue aircraft carrier sized boner. Then around the time I turned eleven, he started ignoring me for my younger, more supple cousin and in fits of jealous rage is when I started raping my dad because he was some faggoty, weak, navy POG
Sometimes, I'd catch my dad hiring male prostitutes to slap his junk around, so I knew I could get away with my raping
bro you didn't twist your family into a hierarchy, consisting of you at the top, your female family member harem, and manual labor make family members?
pussy
I had a very misguided childhood. One time, in another fit of jealous rage because my uncle invited my cousin instead of me down to the basement one Thanksgiving, I waited until they were finished and then I cornered my cousin out in the backyard and beat him about the head with the VHS tape in the end of one of my hockey socks. He lived, but he was never the same, because of the mental trauma, he has flashbacks like a faggoty Vietnam veteran with fake PTSD when he hears, "The Star Spangled Banner" and because of the physical trauma, he can only write with his left hand now, after being previously ambidextrous from years of playing piano (which is what I found out is what attracted my uncle to him for superb handy j's that only an ambidextrous 9 year old can give) and he also can't taste mustard anymore
u sound like an interesting person
send me invite
to this server?
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heyyy I'm part of a famous group
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we're not even on there
oh well
step your game up
@everyone we've gotta rev up that offensiveness. Get on Minecraft <:GayNiggasKissin:429290866071306251>
fuck minecraft
I'm sorry Minecrap**