theres this kid on this game of town of salem claiming to be 11 years old and claiming she has size 36DD boobs.
Like holy shit, stop drinking that hormone-laced milk before you start altering earth’s orbit. (I know that won’t happen. I’m joking.)
I am not salty either just because I’m on the itty bitty titty committee. I like not having gigantic melons. I don’t like having melons at all. THey need to fuck off.
But hooooooooly shet this kid is either an anomaly, or they are lying about something. am I being trolled? I might have just got owned by a troll.
Don’t drink the milk, people. I don’t drink milk a lot and I still haven’t broken a bone so like the shit they say in school posters to shill their nasty ass milk cartons? Fuck dat. They just wanna sell milk, and they sell milk that is mass produced using cows with hormones and antibiotics injected so they produce more milk and it just so happens to raise your chance of growing enormous hooters.
Don’t drink the milk. lol. I once found a dead fly in that shit.
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