KC choco factory
suckmydによるGood boy. She's like, "I don't know, I hate chocolate."
You don't, shiba! You should have been aborted, you little Roblox-playing, GTA 6 waiting, Minecraft gooning little shit.
Damn, so this is what happens when you marry for love and not marry for money.
Then sign her. Wait, your old ass up and Grandpa Joe looks like he’s gooning. He’s like, (mimics straining sounds). Not Charlie. He just went, "Yep, this is mine. I don't care who dropped it. You ain't getting the shit back."
And I’m like, "50! I tell him to wipe his ass with that 50." That’s not even scamming, that’s just straight theft.
Grandpa Joe’s all like, "Yippie!" Guess who pretended to be dying so you could take care of me type shit? Pick me! Pick me! And Wonka is the racist. That’s Michael Jackson 2.0. Don’t care. "I love your chocolate." Damn, did he just call the kid fat?
"Dad, daddy, papa, peasant wants some chocolate?"
"Sure. Then buy some, pussy. Eat it. Ew." Imagine how the kid would feel. It’s like, "Damn, I must be really fat."
So Big Boy gets sucked into the chocolate-making room and his mom's like, "Where is my son, ya?"
Oh, he's getting boiled alive. Just kidding. Vegans won't like this.
Ya, that's abuse.
Then report it to PETA and do something, little girl, but you ain't going to do shit.
Wonka saying "don't," she's like, "I’m a winner, I do what I want," and eats it.
Yeah, clean my shoes nice and good, peasant. So what do you think of Wonka?
He's a Michael Jackson wannabe, kid-obsessed fraud.
That's a lot. "You smell like penis." And you're going to die, old lady. And your breath stinks. I like that.
Good boy. She's like, "I don't know, I hate chocolate."
You don't, shiba! You should have been aborted, you little Roblox-playing, GTA 6 waiting, Minecraft gooning little shit.
Damn, so this is what happens when you marry for love and not marry for money.
Then sign her. Wait, your old ass up and Grandpa Joe looks like he’s gooning. He’s like, (mimics straining sounds). Not Charlie. He just went, "Yep, this is mine. I don't care who dropped it. You ain't getting the shit back."
And I’m like, "50! I tell him to wipe his ass with that 50." That’s not even scamming, that’s just straight theft.
Grandpa Joe’s all like, "Yippie!" Guess who pretended to be dying so you could take care of me type shit? Pick me! Pick me! And Wonka is the racist. That’s Michael Jackson 2.0. Don’t care. "I love your chocolate." Damn, did he just call the kid fat?
"Dad, daddy, papa, peasant wants some chocolate?"
"Sure. Then buy some, pussy. Eat it. Ew." Imagine how the kid would feel. It’s like, "Damn, I must be really fat."
So Big Boy gets sucked into the chocolate-making room and his mom's like, "Where is my son, ya?"
Oh, he's getting boiled alive. Just kidding. Vegans won't like this.
Ya, that's abuse.
Then report it to PETA and do something, little girl, but you ain't going to do shit.
Wonka saying "don't," she's like, "I’m a winner, I do what I want," and eats it.
Yeah, clean my shoes nice and good, peasant. So what do you think of Wonka?
He's a Michael Jackson wannabe, kid-obsessed fraud.
That's a lot. "You smell like penis." And you're going to die, old lady. And your breath stinks. I like that.
Good boy. She's like, "I don't know, I hate chocolate."
You don't, shiba! You should have been aborted, you little Roblox-playing, GTA 6 waiting, Minecraft gooning little shit.
Damn, so this is what happens when you marry for love and not marry for money.
Then sign her. Wait, your old ass up and Grandpa Joe looks like he’s gooning. He’s like, (mimics straining sounds). Not Charlie. He just went, "Yep, this is mine. I don't care who dropped it. You ain't getting the shit back."
And I’m like, "50! I tell him to wipe his ass with that 50." That’s not even scamming, that’s just straight theft.
Grandpa Joe’s all like, "Yippie!" Guess who pretended to be dying so you could take care of me type shit? Pick me! Pick me! And Wonka is the racist. That’s Michael Jackson 2.0. Don’t care. "I love your chocolate." Damn, did he just call the kid fat?
"Dad, daddy, papa, peasant wants some chocolate?"
"Sure. Then buy some, pussy. Eat it. Ew." Imagine how the kid would feel. It’s like, "Damn, I must be really fat."
So Big Boy gets sucked into the chocolate-making room and his mom's like, "Where is my son, ya?"
Oh, he's getting boiled alive. Just kidding. Vegans won't like this.
Ya, that's abuse.
Then report it to PETA and do something, little girl, but you ain't going to do shit.
Wonka saying "don't," she's like, "I’m a winner, I do what I want," and eats it.
Yeah, clean my shoes nice and good, peasant. So what do you think of Wonka?
He's a Michael Jackson wannabe, kid-obsessed fraud.
That's a lot. "You smell like penis." And you're going to die, old lady. And your breath stinks. I like that.
