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Sometimes You Gotta Reach Back And Throw Your Best Smut Fastball

I'm gonna level with you people. Today is awful. I woke up in the middle of the night soaked in sweat, while screaming "I still own you" sorta like Uncle Leo murmering "Jerry...Hello" after Jerry ratted him out for stealing books. This motherfucker man. He's our daddy. I hate this guy so fucking much and wish he wasn't dancing on Chicago's grave like he is, but he's earned the right to do so. We're his gimp.

The only thing that can get him off my mind is this pictorial IG model extravaganza I've composed for you. A lot of people ask, "WSD, how do you find these girls?" and my answer is "my IG algorithm feeds them to me and I post their pictures when there's not much else to blog about." 

It's a failsafe method. Enjoy! I hope this helps cleanse you of your Aaron Rodgers scaries 

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