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Beer, Bless Up, and Bruh: Looks like you made a friend lil guy! @Drsmashlove Say Bruh shout to the pretty lil Irish girl on the stairmaster next to me right now sweating like a pregnant woman at a buffet on a hot summer night - homegirl ain't dumping no buckets of normal sweat Bruh this girl right here dumping an ENTIRE keg of beer out of her sweat glands - like...baby girl - real talk - I got one question - how many beers did u drink last night? Like six? Or sixteen? Because u got the face of a noble Irish lass from the countryside of Dublin whose father, William FitzWilliam of Williamsburg, owns a modest potato farm. Like real talk I fucks with your pretty blue eyes, petite stature and determined glare, climbing these steps like u trying to erase the memory of downing enuf beers to make four college linebackers drunk but how u let your sweat glands on a Saturday morning smell like a German Brewhaus? U all of 108 pounds but u sweating like a 54 year old male from Bavaria named Hans who got grey hair on his knuckles, and coming out of his ears ๐Ÿ‘‚. Now look baby girl u gonna hit that shower and scrub up with some of that Tom's of Maine Relaxing Lavender soap and u gon hit the reset button on this entire episode but I know the truth, cute south side Irish girl: and that truth is that u could win a beer drinking contest against any two (2) men in this city. Go head Colleen. I ain't mad at u. Matter fact Colleen let's have chirren. Let's develop a super breed of mixed humans that's athletic, attractive, and have a total resistance to alcoholic beverages. I feel like this would be an asset in an apocalypse when zombies are taking over, like the kids could drink an entire gallon of Jameson to cleanse the zombie virus and still be ok. Tipsy, but ok ๐Ÿ‘ถ. Let's do this Colleen. Marriage on a grass covered cliff in your home country. There will be beer there. Lots ๐Ÿ˜. Bless up! ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚
Beer, Bless Up, and Bruh: Looks like you made a friend lil guy!
 @Drsmashlove
Say Bruh shout to the pretty lil Irish girl on the stairmaster next to me right now sweating like a pregnant woman at a buffet on a hot summer night - homegirl ain't dumping no buckets of normal sweat Bruh this girl right here dumping an ENTIRE keg of beer out of her sweat glands - like...baby girl - real talk - I got one question - how many beers did u drink last night? Like six? Or sixteen? Because u got the face of a noble Irish lass from the countryside of Dublin whose father, William FitzWilliam of Williamsburg, owns a modest potato farm. Like real talk I fucks with your pretty blue eyes, petite stature and determined glare, climbing these steps like u trying to erase the memory of downing enuf beers to make four college linebackers drunk but how u let your sweat glands on a Saturday morning smell like a German Brewhaus? U all of 108 pounds but u sweating like a 54 year old male from Bavaria named Hans who got grey hair on his knuckles, and coming out of his ears ๐Ÿ‘‚. Now look baby girl u gonna hit that shower and scrub up with some of that Tom's of Maine Relaxing Lavender soap and u gon hit the reset button on this entire episode but I know the truth, cute south side Irish girl: and that truth is that u could win a beer drinking contest against any two (2) men in this city. Go head Colleen. I ain't mad at u. Matter fact Colleen let's have chirren. Let's develop a super breed of mixed humans that's athletic, attractive, and have a total resistance to alcoholic beverages. I feel like this would be an asset in an apocalypse when zombies are taking over, like the kids could drink an entire gallon of Jameson to cleanse the zombie virus and still be ok. Tipsy, but ok ๐Ÿ‘ถ. Let's do this Colleen. Marriage on a grass covered cliff in your home country. There will be beer there. Lots ๐Ÿ˜. Bless up! ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ช ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

Say Bruh shout to the pretty lil Irish girl on the stairmaster next to me right now sweating like a pregnant woman at a buffet on a hot summ...

Horses, Irish, and Maury: 5 things l want in life: 1. A dog 2. Another dog 3. A big house for my dogs 4. Parks to walk my dogs 5. A partner who loves dogs Dr Smashlove Now look Bruh I ain't saying homie on the right ain't the daddy. I ain't saying that at all. I ain't even gon insinuate it. U won't hear any "ayeeee where's Maury when u need him ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜‚" or "SOMEBODY GET THIS LIL BOY A DNA TEST LOL. LOLOL." Nah. None of that. I have DEFINITELY seen situations where a baby look more like one parent (in this case, the mama.) And the lil boy definitely got his daddy's facial shape and hair construction and even a lil bit of the smile. I do gotta wonder tho...what happened when lil man was a embryo? Like could u imagine the face-off that occurred between the Irish genes and the Mexican genes? Like the Irish showed up drunk AF with red faces and only they knuckles and the Mexicans showed up with swords on horses and the Irish was like "THE WEE LAD SHALL LOOK LIKE A DUBLINER, UNMOUNT YER STEEDS AND FACE US LIKE REAL MEN YA WANKERS". And Julio, the Mexican in the front of the Mexican pack was like "Did thees pendejo just call us wankers? A wanker, essay? Jew must not know who Jew talkeen to essay. Jew faceen a army of Metsicans. On horseback. With swords, essay. Imma give u tres segundos to take that shit back Holmes before I slice Jew and jour leeto army up like carne asada essay." And then just like that the Irish bared their asses, slapped their ass cheeks aggressively, and stormed at the Mexican army. Within eight minutes, they demolished the Mexicans, secured their munitions, and possessed their team of horses. Upon their victory, their leader, Patrick FitzPatrick of Downpatrick, exclaimed "Vincere nel mori! Another victory for the Republic!" and the Irish celebrated their first victory in seven weeks, as the last 94 Irish-Mexican babies who were born came out looking one hundred (100) percent Mexican ๐Ÿ˜‚. I tip my hat to the Irish Bruh. Y'all earned this one ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚
Horses, Irish, and Maury: 5 things l want in life:
 1. A dog
 2. Another dog
 3. A big house for my dogs
 4. Parks to walk my dogs
 5. A partner who loves dogs
 Dr Smashlove
Now look Bruh I ain't saying homie on the right ain't the daddy. I ain't saying that at all. I ain't even gon insinuate it. U won't hear any "ayeeee where's Maury when u need him ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜‚" or "SOMEBODY GET THIS LIL BOY A DNA TEST LOL. LOLOL." Nah. None of that. I have DEFINITELY seen situations where a baby look more like one parent (in this case, the mama.) And the lil boy definitely got his daddy's facial shape and hair construction and even a lil bit of the smile. I do gotta wonder tho...what happened when lil man was a embryo? Like could u imagine the face-off that occurred between the Irish genes and the Mexican genes? Like the Irish showed up drunk AF with red faces and only they knuckles and the Mexicans showed up with swords on horses and the Irish was like "THE WEE LAD SHALL LOOK LIKE A DUBLINER, UNMOUNT YER STEEDS AND FACE US LIKE REAL MEN YA WANKERS". And Julio, the Mexican in the front of the Mexican pack was like "Did thees pendejo just call us wankers? A wanker, essay? Jew must not know who Jew talkeen to essay. Jew faceen a army of Metsicans. On horseback. With swords, essay. Imma give u tres segundos to take that shit back Holmes before I slice Jew and jour leeto army up like carne asada essay." And then just like that the Irish bared their asses, slapped their ass cheeks aggressively, and stormed at the Mexican army. Within eight minutes, they demolished the Mexicans, secured their munitions, and possessed their team of horses. Upon their victory, their leader, Patrick FitzPatrick of Downpatrick, exclaimed "Vincere nel mori! Another victory for the Republic!" and the Irish celebrated their first victory in seven weeks, as the last 94 Irish-Mexican babies who were born came out looking one hundred (100) percent Mexican ๐Ÿ˜‚. I tip my hat to the Irish Bruh. Y'all earned this one ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

Now look Bruh I ain't saying homie on the right ain't the daddy. I ain't saying that at all. I ain't even gon insinuate it. U won't hear any...