The pedophile and dog fucker repeater game has failed the miserable pig known as Beet Foot. Once again her second grade name calling has failed to get over with the audience.
Now she has moved on to continuously calling me a John and a meth head. Playing the repeater game but switching out the words is a bold strategy Cotton, let's see if it pays off for her.
Well I mean you got one thing right my name
IS Jonathan (Jack being a nickname for that particular first name)
And you can just say I bought my hookers in Southeast Asia. I only got one hooker in Vietnam, most of the pussy I purchased was in Thailand, so you know... get your lore right.
I mean Jesus Christ, I OPENLY ADMIT TO FREQUENTING THAI WHORE HOUSES AND YOU HAVEN'T MADE A LADYBOY JOKE YET? You're running a sloppy shop over there, trailer trAshley.
The mere thought of this thing:
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With a bloated gut full of Indian food and five beers deep opening up her fat legs (they probably have that darker skin on the inside because when fat girls walk the friction cooks that part of the meat) with her beet feet swinging in the air
For this thing:
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is more than enough to turn so many people asexual for the rest of their lives it could solve the fucking global overpopulation crisis.