Paint skillz eftir mig

bullet in the head

True.

Ég lofa, ég er ekki að trolla. “Ekki horfa svona á mig MAKERxOFxBABIES, þú veist það vel sjálfur að notendur hafa neikvæðar skoðanir á þér”. MAKERxOFxBABIES svarar :“kannski, en þú samþykkir þó myndirnar mínar.”.
Hahahahaha ;) þessir huganotendur geta verið algerir ólátabelgir ef þú gefur þeim kryddið í það! ;)

Eat sand, shit bricks.

rule 35 is a curse

Við skýin felum ekki sólina af illgirni *klapp klapp klapp*
Við skýin erum bara að kíkj'á leiki mannanna.
Við skýin sjáum ykkur hlaupa, vúúúúúpp, í rokinu.
Í gulum, rauðum, grænum, bláum regnkápum.
Eins og regnbogi meistarans, regnbogi meistarans!
Við skýin erum bara grá, bara grá.
Á morgun kemur sólin, hvað verður um skýin þá?

Og brandarinn sem ég lofaði :

Girl: “Forgive me father for I have sinned.”
Priest: “What have you done my child?”
Girl: “I called a man a son of a b**ch.”
Priest: “Why did you call him a son of a b**ch?”
Girl: “Because he touched my hand.”
Priest: “Like this?” (as he touches her hand)
Girl: “Yes father.”
Priest: “That's no reason to call a man a son of a b**ch.”
Girl: “Then he touched my breast.”
Priest: “Like this?” (as he touched her breast)
Girl: “Yes father.”
Priest: “That's no reason to call him a son of a b**ch.”
Girl: “Then he took off my clothes, father.”
Priest: “Like this?” (as he takes off her clothes)
Girl: “Yes father.”
Priest: “That's no reason to call him a son of a b**ch.”
Girl: “Then he stuck his you know what into my you know where.”
Priest: “Like this?” (as he stuck his you know what into her you know where)
Girl: “YES FATHER, YES FATHER, YES FATHER!!!”
Priest: (after a few minutes): “That's no reason to call him a son of a b**ch.”
Girl: “But father he had A*DS!”
Priest: “THAT SON OF A B**CH!!!”

Einnig vil ég nýta gott tækifæri til að minna á að erfitt er fyrir handarlausan mann að opna safafernu.

Hver er klæddur sem mús? Essasú? Essasú?
“Já”