You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As they say in Texas. I’ll bet you couldn’t pour !@#$ out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won’t go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you.

You’re a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.

You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.

suck a bag of ♥♥♥♥♥!

lord ♥♥♥♥ himself tbh

SLOW AND STEADY WINS THE RACE CORGIES CAN'T BEAT ME AT THIS PACE

SLOW AND STEADY WINS THE RACE CORGIES CAN'T BEAT ME AT THIS PACE

SLOW AND STEADY WINS THE RACE CORGIES CAN'T BEAT ME AT THIS PACE