Genuine drawing in Flair on blank book of a quickly ripped off sweaty smelly pair of Fucktards after the former wearer agreed to come back to the janitor’s closet of the deli where krapchat rents a cubicle in the pork fridge, for a photo shoot. We’re gonna even get a model’s release ok but she demanded some banana turmeric yogurt in her rider and we’re passing the hat to crowdfund it.
s t r e t c h til you wretch…
I dreamt I was pumping iron in my new Fucktards but it was only a pipefitters dream… and when I woke up I rememered the plumber is coming and I don’t have enough to pay him again… Oh if he has to use the big snake again I’ll be useless at the 69K run this weekend, wobbly knees…
Fucktards are coming to your local fashion shops… One size can take it all…
Mr. Brown, the founder and spiritual leader of krapchat, is a bitter old man who weeps daily at the demise of freedom of speech in the United States of America. krapchat.com is his way of fighting back against political correctness in every form, and if that doesn't work, it is at least a place where you can tell a joke without offending some new age pussyhat wearer, or just as bad old men who wrap themselves in the flag yet never served in the armed forces themselves and managed to get their sons out of serving as well, often with an ailment of the feets.
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