If his ass could speak

If his ass could speak...

...what would it say?

Please stop posting these threads

"Please suck a log of shit out of me."

Hey OP why did you pick this ugly muthafucker?

It'd probably ask you to fuck off mate :/

Stick a shotgun in me and pull the trigger.

"If his ass could speak...

...what would it say?"

OP,I have a serious question; why do you keep making threads like these? I've never seen any of them get more than a few comments, I dont even know who this person is. What's i it for you?

in it*

"Dick me, Obi-Wan Kenobi..."

Whats in it for me? Andy sixx'swarm log slidding down my fucking throat. Thats whats in it for me.

this is some 9gag-level shit

Come on dude this is a rare moment where I'm trying to be understanding. It just seems like an awful waste of time to keep posting these threads and you do it all the time.Stop trying to force a meme and move on.

He's just trying to be a disappointment.

OP is a massive faggot and constantly posts these threads.

Real question: Are you trying to out shitpost the atheist threads?

This is more than just a forced meme. This is to take a stand against the status wuo and always be providing for the cause. This is about victory and the sarisfaction of a job well done.

This is about enjoying the splendor of Andy Sixx's warm log slidding down my throat.

Life itself is hard, and as much as people would like to end it, they dont. Why? Because if theyre dead, then theres absolutely no way they can live to suck a giant brown out of andy sixx's ass.

The log of shit of andy sixx is a bleak, faint light from the beacon on the shores of hope but it exists nonetheless and that is where we are going. That is where we are destined and that is where we shall achieve.

I wouldnt be able to ubderstand it because itll be dripping my seamen.

You know what? I'm not even gonna goggle this faggot. You lose, OP.

You dont have to. Everything you need to know about him is right here

Fucking kek

ANDY BLACK LYRICS
"We Don't Have To Dance"

Record scratch; Steve Miller Band
Tattooed necks and tattooed hands
Oh, how don't you drown in a rain storm?
Fresh regrets, vodka sweats
The sun is down and we're bound to get
Exhausted and so far from the shore

You're never gonna get it
I'm a hazard to myself
I'll break it to you easy
This is hell, this is hell
You're looking and whispering
You think I'm someone else
This is hell, yes.
Literal hell.

We don't have to talk
We don't have to dance
We don't have to smile
We don't have to make friends
It's so nice to meet you,
Let's never meet again
We don't have to talk
We don't have to dance
We don't have to dance

Bottles smash, I raise my hand
How can you all even stand it
Why is there joy in this poison, oh
Faking smiles and confidence
Driving miles to capture this excitement
I can't take anymore, oh

You're never gonna get it
I'm a hazard to myself
I'll break it to you easy
This is hell, this is hell
You're looking and whispering
You think I'm someone else
This is hell, yes.
I am in hell.

I creamed

nothing, it's hard to talk when your full of dick