Shovel ready for the conspiracy crowd.
𝗪𝗘 don't know the half of it.
David and I are working together, meeting up in the astral plane every night to discuss how we're going to make your children want to kill you in the morning. The dogs will help, I'm committed to this idea, or at least I tell him that, and what's he going to do? fucking argue with
me? he can't do
shit without me, that's been
established.
A cut Hungarian gentile. (Not your goy boy-0, fuck with the bull you get your own horns. Try me.) Up against... whatever the Christ he is, no chance, whatever, always bet on black.
AUTHENTIC BLACK *CLICK*