When I was...

Please kill me.

When I was at bandcamp

Sure. It's not like it's the first time I killed a ho.

I fucked that bear.

I knew I shouldn't. But with all the wine and me lust pent up for a time I fucked that bear. We met in early spring, when the ice just melted bringing in the dew beading from the branches. One day I was trudging along a path I had found. Me to myself, when I saw her. She was beautiful. Thick brown coat, glossy brown eyes. I thought to me self, "I'd like to fuck that bear." And so I did. I took off me iron after a fierce battle with my sword. So carefully, I tried not to cut that bear. Because I was going to fuck it. So I beat the living crap outta that bear as much as I was able. Then once she was down in a pile of dirt and muck I got down on all fours and-

I fucked that bear.



http://gameofthrones.wikia.com/wiki/Tormund

>Game of thrones

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