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- Jan 23, 2020
He is younger than me how is he more bald? I guess years of malnutrition and alcohol abuse destroys your hair. Come on man just shave your head this looks terrible!
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He is younger than me how is he more bald? I guess years of malnutrition and alcohol abuse destroys your hair. Come on man just shave your head this looks terrible!
She streams literally everything else, she might as well stream herself getting shot.Do you think it will be live streamed?
Kino. That's what's up toobz!Jessica approaches the trailer with the confidence of a crack head.
“JAWWWEESSSHIIIIIEEE IM BAAAAAAAACCCK!”
The front door bursts from its seams…boot first. Cobra emerges from the weed smoke, shotgun glistening in the sun. He draws on his filter less Marlboro 100 and let’s out a cloud of acrid smoke.
“I thought I told you, Jessica….this buck ain’t broken, dood.”
Jessica screams “I LOVE YOU JAAWWWSHIE WE WERE MENT TO BE TO-“
“I’ve got some medication for you, Jessica. The only medication that’ll help you.”
Cobra loads a shell.
“16 grams of saltpeter…”
Cobra loads another shell.
“…and 16 grams of sulfur…”
He snaps the shotgun with one hand like that fucking sick move in Terminator 2.
“…and a touch of charcoal should do the trick. It’s a dank medication combo, Jessica. I call it ‘The Final Cobra.’”
Cobra aims with the speed of a window licker’s determination and fires, blowing Jessica’s entire head off into tiny, bulbous shards. As the smoke clears from the barrel, Joshua spits out his chew and chuckles.
“I’m your huckleberry.”
The wind blows through his few remaining hairs and the sun bathes him in a glorious light. Today? Jessica. Tomorrow? He’s in the negatives. You can’t solve every problem with a shotgun, but it is what it is, youtube.
It is what it is.
I shouldn't have ever said anything about Cobra reenacting Ronnie Mcnutt. Now he's about to be in trouble.Better load up that shotgun, BOY.
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Inb4 she shoots herself.Better load up that shotgun, BOY.
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Only if you’re a priest. Bring your largest vessel of holy water.I could be the one... to fix her.
When is the last time Cobes talked to/hung out with any of his merry band of misfits? There's too many to remember, off the top of my head: CoolTaste, Rasta Jeremy, Homeboy Ian, DarfLiny, WarLord, GoldFinger, etcIt's a shame Cobes doesn't have friends anymore, it would be kino if Warlord and Darfliny hatted up and came to Cobe's aid as he confronted methica and her paypig alogs at high noon.
GoPro fund for Darwin award candidates, I say! It's not too late to vote for an hero of the year.She streams literally everything else, she might as well stream herself getting shot.
We must protect the great wizard.Better load up that shotgun, BOY.
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If only the reality would be that cool.Jessica approaches the trailer with the confidence of a crack head.
“JAWWWEESSSHIIIIIEEE IM BAAAAAAAACCCK!”
The front door bursts from its seams…boot first. Cobra emerges from the weed smoke, shotgun glistening in the sun. He draws on his filter less Marlboro 100 and let’s out a cloud of acrid smoke.
“I thought I told you, Jessica….this buck ain’t broken, dood.”
Jessica screams “I LOVE YOU JAAWWWSHIE WE WERE MENT TO BE TO-“
“I’ve got some medication for you, Jessica. The only medication that’ll help you.”
Cobra loads a shell.
“16 grams of saltpeter…”
Cobra loads another shell.
“…and 16 grams of sulfur…”
He snaps the shotgun with one hand like that fucking sick move in Terminator 2.
“…and a touch of charcoal should do the trick. It’s a dank medication combo, Jessica. I call it ‘The Final Cobra.’”
Cobra aims with the speed of a window licker’s determination and fires, blowing Jessica’s entire head off into tiny, bulbous shards. As the smoke clears from the barrel, Joshua spits out his chew and chuckles.
“I’m your huckleberry.”
The wind blows through his few remaining hairs and the sun bathes him in a glorious light. Today? Jessica. Tomorrow? He’s in the negatives. You can’t solve every problem with a shotgun, but it is what it is, youtube.
It is what it is.
Cobes, was this crazy bogwitch worth ending your dry spell over?