vocaroo thread ill do requests if you want idk im really bored and i have a cold.
my dumb voice vocaroo.com
Vocaroo thread ill do requests if you want idk im really bored and i have a cold
Ayden Hughes
Jordan Murphy
bump
David Bell
sing a song
Noah Richardson
Piety?
Leo Robinson
"I did not hit her, it's not true! It's bullshit! I did not hit her! I did not! Oh hi, Mark."
Bentley Johnson
Hey, I missed you Russia Chan. What's up?
Asher Anderson
Did he give up on the thread?
Dominic Bailey
im still here i was just afk
Jeremiah Allen
Just STOP...we don't need to hear "that" again.
Kayden Peterson
i can't sing friendo.
who's asking.
hi hi.
Evan Wood
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Ethan Stewart
YOUR DOLE DIPPERS, MADAM...
Kevin Turner
Leave mado alone!
Connor Wood
>who's asking.
Your friend. The one that said you sound a little like Michael Cera.
Jonathan Russell
...
Noah Bennett
Sorry, you probably just want to be called Russia Chan now.
Cooper Peterson
yes don't bully me.
Jordan Martin
There's always triple A you fuckin cocksucker.
Parker Cook
Isaiah Reed
can u say jake and david kill your self please k thanks bye
Brody Lee
Noah Robinson
this please
sniff.....sssssnnnnnnniiiiiiiiffffffff.....hmmm...hhhmmmmm I see...yes....yes indeed as well curry......hmmm....that fragrance is quite noticeable....yes.....onion and garlic chutney I take it my dear?
Jackson Myers
ty ty
Juan Hall
Charles Wright
Ethan Flores
>vocaroo.com
Whoever you are, you need to adjust your gain.
Zachary White
Dominic Morgan
Please say "Hey Ronald, where's my fucking Szechuan Mcnugget sauce you bastard? You're going to give me some of that Mulan Szechuan sauce you've got hidden up your ass, or I will face fuck you right here at the god damn register. You bitch slapped me? You fucking son of a bitch! Get your ass back here and fight me like a man!"
Hudson Johnson
...
Julian Lee
can you whisper "ay bitch, wait till you see my dick. imma beat dat pussy up. dess."
Lincoln Johnson
Please say:
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And he dead tree no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water.