“Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, this will he also reap. For the one who sows to his own flesh shall from the flesh reap corruption, but the one who sows to the Spirit shall from the Spirit reap eternal life. And let us not lose heart in doing good, for in good time we shall reap if we do not grow weary.” (Galatians 6:7-9).
Give me superpowers
And a bigger dikk wouldn't hurt either
And some good luck, I've been taking too many L's in my life even before I was born
+2 inches in height too, I'm Tryna reach that in a week
“Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, this will he also reap. For the one who sows to his own flesh shall from the flesh reap corruption, but the one who sows to the Spirit shall from the Spirit reap eternal life. And let us not lose heart in doing good, for in good time we shall reap if we do not grow weary.” (Galatians 6:7-9).
- Thanks for blessing me with my Mom's, even though she got problems and we argue at times over trivial bullshyt, she'd held me down all my and I love her dearly for it.
- Thank you for not letting me take no losses in the various fights, scraps, punch-ups I've been in during my short tenure here on Earth. You coulda saw fit to take the spark out of me that one time I tried to missile drop kick that Homo when his friend slapped my Kufi off when I was trying to be partial during that scrap, but you didn't. You coulda also slid my abacus mark to the right THAT TIME in Italy when we scrapped with them stupid ass, racist Italians while trying to catch the Cruise ship before it left and that one frail dude pulled out a blade and started coming towards us holding a trash can lid.
- Thank you for all the times you saw me in the Casino, dropping $250's on 2nd and twelve and you let that shyt hit and then allowed me to take that 1K and flip it into 3K doin' the same thing at a higher table and get cheeks from latent escorts and other women out of my league who were impressed with my hard aggressive approach towards gambling and then became enamored with my slow, sensual (IE - Drunk and sloppy) lovemaking to the point where they stuck around and gave a brother morning top, then sex before the continental breakfast arrived like I was Gordon Gekko on some everyday bullshyt.
- Thank you for both times you brought shyt up when we was planning for Vacations and made us had to alter our dates which resulted in us not being on either cruise ship around the time they got fukked up out in the Baltic with that wave and that other idiot who scrapped the hull going in further than he should have to hail his friend on some bullshyt. Even though my moms like "fukk them Cruises, I ain't going on no more just so you can be rubbing on ashy bytches feet at the bars. The third doomed cruise we gonna be on, ONE THAT DATE not a week or so before." and we ain't went on one since, I'm thankful for all the fukkery it brought.
- Last but not least, thank you for my health. You ain't seen it fit to give me an STD in all my years of fukking, despite that period of time I was going around gulping tit milk from bytches I barely knew on some Caligula shyt and a breh ain't never had the herp from all the box you done sent and had busted out for a breh to eat, like them dudes who was starving in the dessert somewhere so you sent 'em Manna and dew water to drink'n'shyt. Continue to protect a breh from that Michael Douglas HPV of the throat, please. Vaginas can be treacherous, but you made 'em taste like salted, cured meats and warm kiwi flesh to go along with their restorative powers.
Let the church say, Amen.
I ain't going to church or paying no goddamned tithes though outside of collection plate offering. If you got a bill, we can settle up on my front porch, you know I'm good for it.
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Your dikk too small to be a man, bytch.
Why are you content with only 6?
Purgatory until further notice.
She'll die of cervical cancer at age 44. Move on.
Made 7 billion people. How many more you need?
Your subscription to The Coli is now zero dollars per month.
The devil would have reps disabled right about now....
health. You ain't seen it fit to give me an STD in all my years of fukking, despite that period of time I was going around gulping tit milk from bytches I barely knew on some Caligula shyt and a breh ain't never had the herp from all the box you done sent and had busted out for a breh to eat, like them dudes who was starving in the dessert somewhere so you sent 'em Manna and dew water to drink'n'shyt. Continue to protect a breh from that Michael Douglas HPV of the throat, please. Vaginas can be treacherous, but you made 'em taste like salted, cured meats and warm kiwi flesh to go along with their restorative powers.
Sober'd up.
