Hoo Aaah!!! Vlad rasputin reminds me of Eddie Barzoon:
John Milton: Eddie Barzoon! Eddie Barzoon! Ha! I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist. God’s creature, right? God’s special creature? Ha! And I’ve warned him, Kevin, I’ve warned him every step of the way. Watching him bounce around like a fucking game, like a wind-up toy! Like 250 pounds of self-serving greed on wheels! The next thousand years is right around the corner, Kevin, and Eddie Barzoon–take a good look. Because he’s the poster child for the next millennium! These people, it’s no mystery where they come from. You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it could split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size of cathedrals, fiberopticly connect the world to every-eager-impulse, grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green gold-played fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor! Becomes his own God! Where can you go from there? And as for scrambling from one deal to the next, who’s got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, even the bees honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity–and it just keeps coming! And it just keeps coming! Faster and faster! There’s no chance to think, to prepare, it’s `buy futures, sell futures’ when there is no future!! We’ve got a runaway train, boy!! We’ve got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future. Every one of them reading to fist-fuck God’s ex-planet, lick their fingers clean as they reach out with their pristine cybernetic keyboards to total up their billable hours!! And then it hits home! It’s a little late in the game to buy out now!! Your belly’s too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you’re screaming for someone to help!! But guess what? There’s no one there!! You’re all alone, Eddie!! [mocking] You’re God’s special little creature!!
Maybe it’s true. Maybe God threw the dice once too often. Maybe He let us all down.! Eddie Barzoon! Ha! I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist. God’s creature, right? God’s special creature? Ha! And I’ve warned him, Kevin, I’ve warned him every step of the way. Watching him bounce around like a fucking game, like a wind-up toy! Like 250 pounds of self-serving greed on wheels! The next thousand years is right around the corner, Kevin, and Eddie Barzoon–take a good look. Because he’s the poster child for the next millennium! These people, it’s no mystery where they come from. You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it could split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size of cathedrals, fiberopticly connect the world to every-eager-impulse, grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green gold-played fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor! Becomes his own God! Where can you go from there? And as for scrambling from one deal to the next, who’s got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, even the bees honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity–and it just keeps coming! And it just keeps coming! Faster and faster! There’s no chance to think, to prepare, it’s `buy futures, sell futures’ when there is no future!! We’ve got a runaway train, boy!! We’ve got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future. Every one of them reading to fist-fuck God’s ex-planet, lick their fingers clean as they reach out with their pristine cybernetic keyboards to total up their billable hours!! And then it hits home! It’s a little late in the game to buy out now!! Your belly’s too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you’re screaming for someone to help!! But guess what? There’s no one there!! You’re all alone, Eddie!! [mocking] You’re God’s special little creature!!
Maybe it’s true. Maybe God threw the dice once too often. Maybe He let us all down.
Revelation 16.4 … 4 Treći izli svoju čašu na rijeke i izvore voda. I postadoše krv.
MOTHER RUSSiA bleeds..their royal heads regicied….the conversion of that poor nation
I do fake judo with putin…i outdid muica poorest world leader
Russian patriots
CORRUPTION, terror, and mayhem
Hoo Aaah!!! Vlad rasputin reminds me of Eddie Barzoon:
John Milton: Eddie Barzoon! Eddie Barzoon! Ha! I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist. God’s creature, right? God’s special creature? Ha! And I’ve warned him, Kevin, I’ve warned him every step of the way. Watching him bounce around like a fucking game, like a wind-up toy! Like 250 pounds of self-serving greed on wheels! The next thousand years is right around the corner, Kevin, and Eddie Barzoon–take a good look. Because he’s the poster child for the next millennium! These people, it’s no mystery where they come from. You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it could split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size of cathedrals, fiberopticly connect the world to every-eager-impulse, grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green gold-played fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor! Becomes his own God! Where can you go from there? And as for scrambling from one deal to the next, who’s got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, even the bees honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity–and it just keeps coming! And it just keeps coming! Faster and faster! There’s no chance to think, to prepare, it’s `buy futures, sell futures’ when there is no future!! We’ve got a runaway train, boy!! We’ve got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future. Every one of them reading to fist-fuck God’s ex-planet, lick their fingers clean as they reach out with their pristine cybernetic keyboards to total up their billable hours!! And then it hits home! It’s a little late in the game to buy out now!! Your belly’s too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you’re screaming for someone to help!! But guess what? There’s no one there!! You’re all alone, Eddie!! [mocking] You’re God’s special little creature!!
Maybe it’s true. Maybe God threw the dice once too often. Maybe He let us all down.! Eddie Barzoon! Ha! I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist. God’s creature, right? God’s special creature? Ha! And I’ve warned him, Kevin, I’ve warned him every step of the way. Watching him bounce around like a fucking game, like a wind-up toy! Like 250 pounds of self-serving greed on wheels! The next thousand years is right around the corner, Kevin, and Eddie Barzoon–take a good look. Because he’s the poster child for the next millennium! These people, it’s no mystery where they come from. You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it could split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size of cathedrals, fiberopticly connect the world to every-eager-impulse, grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green gold-played fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor! Becomes his own God! Where can you go from there? And as for scrambling from one deal to the next, who’s got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, even the bees honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity–and it just keeps coming! And it just keeps coming! Faster and faster! There’s no chance to think, to prepare, it’s `buy futures, sell futures’ when there is no future!! We’ve got a runaway train, boy!! We’ve got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future. Every one of them reading to fist-fuck God’s ex-planet, lick their fingers clean as they reach out with their pristine cybernetic keyboards to total up their billable hours!! And then it hits home! It’s a little late in the game to buy out now!! Your belly’s too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you’re screaming for someone to help!! But guess what? There’s no one there!! You’re all alone, Eddie!! [mocking] You’re God’s special little creature!!
Maybe it’s true. Maybe God threw the dice once too often. Maybe He let us all down.
C’mon Putin, I’m just a girl
U can beat me @ Judo
give me 9 months to train.