De geheimen van wart

De geheimen van wart

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Wart was een kleine pindakaas potje. hij werd altijd opgegeten door de hond van de buren. Daarom wou hij zelf moord plegen. Dus zij hij tegen een junkie ga mij fucking 360• noscopen. Toen kwam shrek en zij hij : get shrekt m8 toen kwam de skelet en zij hij 2scary4me toen kwam de fuquer man en zij hij: fuck her right in the pussie en toen at iedereen doritos en dronk iedereen mntdw maar doritos is driehoek illiminatie is ook driehoek pindakaas = elliminatie confurmed rip in man van jeugdjournaal
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