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Probably My Fault
It actually was him. But he didn't know it. He did clean up........just cleaned up everything lolShe has a brother....I'd send MOM TO INVESTIGATE!
It actually was him. But he didn't know it. He did clean up........just cleaned up everything lolShe has a brother....I'd send MOM TO INVESTIGATE!
Now you need the denim cover...has a pocket for bandaidsI got a Christmas present I have wanted forever. Behold the Tormek T-1
Comes with bandaids!
Damn you!Now you need the denim cover...has a pocket for bandaids
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Very reminiscent of Bruce and Gary Stairs.My brother ruined everything!
My brother found me one day in an adolescent funk and decided to poke me in the eyes to cheer me up. I was sitting on some stairs and just exploded into him. He went straight throw a flimsy door into a garage, the floor of which had about 30 small boat anchors strewn about. Contusion gained a new meaning that day. (We were visiting people who sold boating gear). He never fucked with me again after that.Very reminiscent of Bruce and Gary Stairs.
Bruce ( my high school friend ) used to pick on Gary ( his little brother ) daily. Drove Gary up the fucking wall!! And as they grew, that gentler teasing turned into brotherly fights. Some seemed a bit more serious than others. I warned him that one day, Gary will even the score. He brushed aside my advice and continued. Bruce found out in his last year of high school that I was right.
His shiner was gone in about a week.
I threw a blanket over my 2yr older brother and pummeled him, then accidentally slammed his head into the wall, knocked him out.My brother found me one day in an adolescent funk and decided to poke me in the eyes to cheer me up. I was sitting on some stairs and just exploded into him. He went straight throw a flimsy door into a garage, the floor of which had about 30 small boat anchors strewn about. Contusion gained a new meaning that day. (We were visiting people who sold boating gear). He never fucked with me again after that.
Atta boy!My brother found me one day in an adolescent funk and decided to poke me in the eyes to cheer me up. I was sitting on some stairs and just exploded into him. He went straight throw a flimsy door into a garage, the floor of which had about 30 small boat anchors strewn about. Contusion gained a new meaning that day. (We were visiting people who sold boating gear). He never fucked with me again after that.
So it really IS your fault?I was the big brother.
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