It comes down to 3 things:
1) The cream
2) The steam
3) The dream
4) The supreme
So would you?
FUCK YES! DUBS LOGGED, THOAT CLOGGED!
clog my fuckin throat
>>752548944
Pls revive logs!!!
>>752548944
That's 4 things dumbass, grow up and learn how to count. Also, kill yourself while you at it. Fucking sixxfags I swear to god..
>>752550264
>>752550088
>>752551276
>>752550329
No, you.
>>752551468
>>752551784
>no, you
Unironically grow up
>>752550264
GROW UP
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>>752548944
I'll take a Slidd Supreme, please
soggy logloaf
>>752548944
Would I what?
I don't understand.
>>752552292
warm coil
>>752552343
hot plopping butt-meal
>>752552430
delicate flecks of fecal matter
>>752548944
log
Stink dumplings
>>752552326
Lurk more
>>752552856
big, juicy turds
Nut loaf
>>752553234
Say where is da mahmed?????
>>752553405
Grow up
>>752553405
In the forced meme bucket with all the other trash
>>752553405
F*cking Durgesh!
>>752553633
dubbs logged.
>>752553633
>>752553405
>>752548944
You again faggot?!
>>752554521
Newfag
50 lbs butt-torpedo
>>752548944
When are you going to post pics of this cumguzzler getting her face plastered?
>>752554960
Listen up you bunch of roody-poo faggots. I've been seeing a lot of so-called "tough guy internet trolls" here lately talking a big game about how they think they can handle Andy Sixx and his sopping hot log of shit SLIDDING down their fucking throats. (That's right, bitch. It's spelled "slidding". S-L-I-D-D-I-N-G. Deal with it.) Ha! You make me laugh, kiddo. You really do. Did you seriously think you could just wash up here and slurp that corn-studded behemoth of creamy fucking shit out of ANDY SIXX's sexy, gothcore rectulum? Did you really think you'r sorry ass could just waltz right out for amateur hour and part those pale, black veil buttcheeks and tongue -punch the fecal feeding bar like some sort of ass-shit munching butthole rat? PSHHT come on kid, get real. I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast. Andy's shit. I bet Andy wouldn't even be able to get off a little pre-shit fart before your pussy lips curled in defeat. You think when Andy takes a break from performing on a hot stage in leather pants and goes to craft services and eats two dozen raw oysters that were not properly handled or refrigerated washed down with a quart of whole milk and tequila - that Andy just squeezes out of his skin-and-air-tight pleather slacks and goes easy on your throat? You fucking wish, jr. When Andy says he's ready to blow the walls off a 110-degree warped-tour portajon and your pathetic little tonsils can't even take the first loaf, I'll put my hand on your shoulder and say, "Nothing personnel, kid" and then suck down every last heaping fucking clogger andy pumps out. And I'll come back for seconds. And thirds.You know why? Because I have Logtismo. Because I believe in three things and three things only: the cream, the steam, and the fucking dream, baby. So step aside, keep your little logsucking fantasy in your mind where it belongs, and let the real men do the slidding. His log loaf is mine, bitch. What are you gonna do about it?
