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Elon musk who??

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Is Richie Souf shrouded in mystery?
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HopOffMySackDawg69

6y

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Spanksgiving👋🏻🦃🌽 is right around the corner you dirty s***😈😏😛 R u a sexy lil pilgrim?😈🎩🏃 or a naked native¿¿👹😵✊This thanksgiving 👏🙏 make sure you stuff that 😻pussy🙀🐱 right like a phat turkey🦃🍆😏and you s***s🙆🏼👅👄 make sure you give that🦃turkey🐔 a good👍🏼👌🏼ole jerky✊🏻 and get ready 🤗😎 to give😏🙄😘 OR receive😍😫 thanks🍑Send this text ❗️▶️ to the ten s***s😈😽💦you’re most thankful for! If not, you gon gain 30 pounds on thanksgiving 😳😱If you get 10 back😮🤔🤑 you are one baddd turkey stuffer🍆💦🌽

Hey b****es! 💦💦 CUMpkin pie 🍰👅 lover 😘 it’s finally HOEvember 🍂🌰🍅 time to be 😉 thankful 😏😜💋 for all that sweet potato 🍊 D*** 🍆🍆🌽👅 you’ve had this fall…..now send this to t e n 1️⃣0️⃣ of your 👄💦 sexiest 😛😛 🦃 TURKEY 🦃 s***s in the next 🕕 1 5 seconds 🕒 or you’ll miss out 😵😵 on the black COCKDAY 🍆🌽🍌🌶 DEALS!!! 👎🏿😨 if you get FIVE 5️⃣ back then you’re officially 😳 a 😮 SEXY STUFFING 🐂🍞 s*** 😘 who goin get STUFFED on Turkey day with daddy’s special recipe! 👏🏻💦 if you get t E n 5️⃣➕5️⃣ then you can look forward to 😏😋 a black COCKDAY like you’ve never had before 🎅🏻 and it’s time to show Santa whERE THE BAD B****ES AT (you’ve never heard of that 😵😛👅👄👌🏻💦💦💦

Gobble 🦃 gobble 🦃 you turkey Thot 😩👌 HOEvember has finally cum💦 send this to 1️⃣0️⃣ of ur biggest STUFFING S***S 👊👊 who wanna be STUFFED with that turkey 🍆🍆🍑 get 5️⃣ back you a 🦃 dry turkey hoe 🍗😪 get 1️⃣0️⃣ back, you a 🍑 YUMMY STUFFED S*** 🍑 hurry ❗️ send this in 2️⃣ minutes or you won’t 👋 get any 🍆 this D***cember 🍆 Happy 🍆🍑 STUFFING 🍆🍑 this year 💯 TURKEY THOTS 💯

its DANKsgiving 🖕🏼🖕🏼U HUNGRY 💯HUNGRY 😘😘HOES‼️ 🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾🌬🌬🌬THIS WEDNESDAY BECOMES 🍃💨🍃WEED-DAY 🍃💨🍃—> AND 🌽🦃🌽 THURSDAY🙇🏽👨‍👩‍👧‍👧👩‍👩‍👧‍👧👨‍👨‍👧‍👧 BECOMES THIRST-DAY 💦 🍗🦃🍗💦AS YOU CHOKE ON A TURKEY 🦃🦃🐔DICK🍗 AND FEAST 🍴🍽ON CUM-STUFFED 💯 🙄😜😝YAMS 🍆🍠👌🏽👍🏼🖕🏼. SEND THIS TO TEN BLAZERS💨🌬💯 IN 🔟TEN 🔟🔟SECONDS OR THE TURKEY 🦃GODS 👀👁🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾WILL 💩SHIT 💩IN YOUR PUMPKIN PIE 🌽🍰AND YOU WILL WAKE UP💤😴🙅🏽 WITH A WISHBONE🙅🏽🙅🏽🙅🏽 UP YOUR❗️🍑🍑 ASSCRACK🖕🏼🍑🍑❗️

thanksgiving time🕐 to gobble 👏 gobble 👏 gobble 👏 on a big ol😜😜 d*** 👌💋. back in 1⃣4⃣9⃣2⃣, our main b**** 💁💁 Christopher Columbus👦🏻 and those s***ty 👙👠 pilgrims 🏊🏊 had to 💦💦cum💦💦 to America⛵️⛵️⛵️⚓️ in search for new d***s to suck 🐓🐓🐓. send this to 1⃣0⃣ of your s***tiest pilgrim 🌽🌽 b****es or you won’t get any 💦 gravy 💦 this year. Get 5⃣ back and you’re a mashed potato hoe 😟. get 1⃣0⃣ back and you’re a sexy stuffing s*** 😽😽. Happy cock 🐓 gobbling 👄 thursday 👌

Grok Touched Me

6y

In 2012, Jacques Webster was flown to Kanye West’s studio to discuss prospects of his talent, future and career. When a nervous Travis first hesitantly walked into Kanye’s studio he was surprised to find a caucasian man lurching over a mixing board.
“Hey bud, Kanye told me you were coming through.” Travis timidly shot his eyes down to the ground and responded “Umm… yeah.. uhh… he said to meet him here.” Mike Dean stood up and let out a potent cough of flem and weed smoke. He smirked at Travis and cautiously inched his weathered, wrinkled hand up to Travis’s face. He moved Travis dreads from behind his eyes and said “He didn’t say you’d be so cute.” Travis blushed and they both let out a nervous laugh in synchronization. Travis instinctively pushed Mike Dean’s hand away. They felt like leather, but his skin also had a soft, welcoming texture. Mike Dean’s half open eyes scanned Travis face as he bit his lip with his front teeth. “I heard your Owl Pharaoh s***, it was honestly incredible.” Travis immediately covered up a massive smile with his hand and uttered “Thank you.” They both felt an warm, foreign energy palpitating in the atmosphere. Mike Dean swung his burly arm behind Travis’s back and guided him into the chair Mike had just risen from. Travis leaned back and admired the mixing board and the recording booth in front of him. Mike Dean began nonchalantly caressing Travis shoulders with a stern grip. He bent down and whispered into Travis’s ear. “You’re gonna do some great stuff in this room.” Travis again couldn’t contain his smile and tried to cover it up, but Mike Dean grabbed his arm, “Come on man, why are you trying to cover up that beautiful smile. You’re happy, embrace it bro. Let’s smoke a fat one.” Travis turned to Mike Dean, the lights from the studio machinery illuminating his face, “You know, you’re really making me feel welcome. I appreciate it, I was so nervous coming in.” Mike Dean didn’t respond but instead raised a burning blunt to Travis’s lips, “Suck,” he said with a grin painted across his face. Travis nervously inhaled and coughed. Mike Dean stroked Travis’s cheek with his index finger and said “Come on bro, I know you can SUCK harder than that.” Travis wrapped his wet lips around the blunt paper and breathed in as hard as he could. “Hold it in,” ordered Mike Dean. “Come on, hold it.” Mike spun Travis’s chair around to face him. He leaned his aged face towards Travis’s and said “Blow it into my mouth.” Travis timidly smirked with his cheeks holding in a cloud of smoke and shook his head no, he wasn’t ready to get so close. Mike Dean wouldn’t have it, “Come on man, we don’t waste smoke from fat ones around here, bro.” Mike Dean perched his lips open and slowly advanced towards Travis. Both their hearts were beating with an electric ferociousness. Their mouths were parallel, centimeters away from tasting each other’s lips. The tension rose as they got closer and closer. Suddenly, Travis clutched the fabric of Mike Dean’s stained MWA shirt and pulled him in with a vicious maneuver. Their lips locked and Mike Dean tumbled onto Travis’s lap. They began smearing each others faces together as the smoke billowed between both their mouths. They tasted each other, they felt each other. Mike Dean reached his hands into Travis’s Supreme sweatpants and he grasped Travis’s long, pulsating p****. He began stroking and Travis imitated the same action onto Mike Dean’s p****. They fell to ground in a fit of passion: utter, raw Rodeo-style passion. Their senses were blinded as they became lost in each other. Suddenly, a creak from the door animated them in shock. They looked up, it was Kanye standing in at the door with a stoic expression of shock displayed on his face. The scene fell silent. Kanye opened his mouth, “Y’all gone have all this fun without me.” (To be continued….)

Durag Jesus

6y

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Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Atlanta. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Future and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "Diamonds Dancing." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Drake in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "Diamonds Dancing" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Drake stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.

"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."

Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Drake's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Drake put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Drake began to flow freely.

"You doin' me dirty, you know. How we let it get like this I don't know. But that nigga can't save your soul, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Drake continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.

"Doing me dirty, you doing me dirty. Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Ungrateful, ungrateful." The Engineer looked over to Future with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Future then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Drake.

"Your momma be ashamed of you. I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you, Ungrateful. I'm too good for you, too good for you. You should go back to him, perfect match for you, unstable." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.

"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Drake hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.

As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Drake retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Play it back."