Craigles is Degles (Paris Hilton)

Awwww…shit man!

I can’t see my fuckin’ hands!

Who the fuck are you guys? Where’s my squad? We were runnin’ ape-shit recon runs and…I mean…who are you guys? I’m USMC and you’re violating curfew!

Whose blood is that, man? Oh, geez, why can’t I feel my legs, man! I can’t feel my legs! Please help me?

Hey! Cut that shit out, man! That hurts my body! …So much blood. I want to be with you, my beautiful angel. The night I had myself in your mouth. The smell of your cluckbody when we made some kind of weird, senseless berserk-action. I was all freaked out on acid. My beautiful angel, where are you? …is this the rapture?

You’re so beautiful!

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One Response to Craigles is Degles (Paris Hilton)

  1. I have been watching Paris Hilton’s BFF. Where do they get these people? They are from another planet!

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