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[Deleted member 110111]

 

[Naduk Baduk]

 

[Deleted member 110111]

gives me indian troll face vibes

 

[Naduk Baduk]

gives me indian troll face vibes

Lool

 

[Sushifart]

What an old ass wrinkly ass old ass female nosferatu looking ass bitch ass 0 collagen having ass old ass bitch
two feet in the grave looking ass "i'm still young" looking ass "50 years old is young" looking ass goofy ass grandma with no kids looking ass baking cookies ass granny looking ass hoe hitler's grandma looking ass old head ass hoe old ass bith can be a US senator looking ass oldhead ass she been alive since the great depression looking ass she was fucking the dude on the 100 dolla bills ben franklin looking ass

"i've seen empires rise and fall looking ass coffin rotter lookin ass ghoul bitch ass granny wtf are you looking at dumbass old ass hag you a witch looking ass cackling witch on a broomstick bitch ass her pussy a dried up wrinkled sahara desert bitch ass

 

[Deleted member 110111]

What an old ass wrinkly ass old ass female nosferatu looking ass bitch ass 0 collagen having ass old ass bitch
two feet in the grave looking ass "i'm still young" looking ass "50 years old is young" looking ass goofy ass grandma with no kids looking ass baking cookies ass granny looking ass hoe hitler's grandma looking ass old head ass hoe old ass bith can be a US senator looking ass oldhead ass she been alive since the great depression looking ass she was fucking the dude on the 100 dolla bills ben franklin looking ass

"i've seen empires rise and fall looking ass coffin rotter lookin ass ghoul bitch ass granny wtf are you looking at dumbass old ass hag you a witch looking ass cackling witch on a broomstick bitch ass her pussy a dried up wrinkled sahara desert bitch ass

shes mogs bhai

 

[Sushifart]

What ho, thou wither’d, time-worn, parchment-skinn’d crone! A visage shrivell’d as a winter’s leaf, a count’nance ghastly pale as Nosferatu’s shade—nay, e’en less fair, for he doth keep more vigour in his bloodless veins than thou in all thy wretched frame! O walking sepulchre, thou art death’s apprentice, one foot i’ th’ grave and t’other most eager to follow! And yet thou pratest of youth? Fie, thou art a jester in time’s cruel masque, a hoary dame who claim’st her prime at threescore years and ten! Go to, thou barren husk! A grandam without issue, a baker of sweetmeats yet mother to none, a grey-hair’d relic of years long dead, whose kindred did perchance sew tunics for the tyrant of Germania! Lo, thou might’st yet be seatéd in the Senate, for age and folly there keep company most sweet!

Hast thou stood and watch’d great empires crumble, e’en as thy flesh hath sagged ‘neath time’s relentless hand? Thou coffin-cradled wretch, thou grave-bound hag, what dost thou gaze upon with those rheum-clouded eyes? Art thou some spirit loth to quit this world, some eldritch hag that clings to breath? Aye, by my troth, thou art a cackling, broom-straddling beldam, a witch whose time-worn flesh is parch’d as Afric’s sun-scour’d sands! Avaunt! Thy womb is but a dust-laden crypt, a reliquary where life shall ne’er again take root! Begone, thou ruin of flesh, thou time’s cast-off rags, thou mummified mockery of maiden’s bloom!