How does it feel knowing a serial rapist rakes in more poon than you?

How does it feel knowing a serial rapist rakes in more poon than you?

where did u get this?

That's classified information buddy

What?? Is that the jazz man himself?

ayyeee get lit my nigga!

IM HERE TO SHITPOST AND TAKE NAMES

SAGE IN ALL FIELDS BITCHES

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and they say money doesnt buy happiness

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That's what she was deleting.

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not surprising considering he is a serial rapist and cocaine trafficker

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Thats like saying a con man gets more money than you. Of corse they do, they basically sucker people or steal it. A serial rapist will het more poon than me but in the end, he may get caught, go to prison, and get raped himself. I rather a chick want me and if not, whatever.

How does it feel to be beta

I don’t give a fuck who you are or where you live. You can count on me to be there to bring your fucking life to a hellish end. I’ll put you in so much fucking pain that it’ll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in the desert look like a fucking back massage on a tropical island. I don’t give a fuck how many reps you have or how tough you are IRL, how well you can fight, or how many fucking guns you own to protect yourself. I’ll fucking show up at your house when you aren’t home. I’ll turn all the lights on in your house, leave all the water running, open your fridge door and not close it, and turn your gas stove burners on and let them waste gas. You’re going to start stressing the fuck out, your blood pressure will triple, and you’ll have a fucking heart attack. You’ll go to the hospital for a heart operation, and the last thing you’ll see when you’re being put under in the operating room is me hovering above you, dressed like a doctor. When you wake up after being operated on, wondering what ticking time bomb is in your chest waiting to go off. You’ll recover fully from your heart surgery. And when you walk out the front door of the hospital to go home I’ll run you over with my fucking car out of no where and kill you. I just want you to know how easily I could fucking destroy your pathetic excuse of a life, but how I’d rather go to a great fuckng length to make sure your last remaining days are spent in a living, breathing fucking hell. It’s too late to save yourself, but don’t bother committing suicide either… I’ll fucking resuscitate you and kill you again myself you bitch-faced phaggot. Welcome to hell, population: you

Wait, in all seriousness, is this for real?

the sax man!

>phaggot

Wot the fok did ye just say 2 me m8? i dropped out of newcastle primary skool im the sickest bloke ull ever meet & ive nicked ova 300 chocolate globbernaughts frum tha corner shop. im trained in street fitin’ & im the strongest foker in tha entire newcastle gym. yer nothin to me but a cheeky lil bellend w/ a fit mum & fakebling

Is that Bill Clinton?

these are photoshops done by an "artist"

eatin' ain't cheatin'

Should I be fucking surprised Bill Clinton rakes in more poon than me? Hell no. I'd probably fuck him if he asked me to.

Wouldn't be a very good rapist if he didn't now would he?

>I wonder what he's watching on tv