You could say how not liking Aliens begins and ends with me and Lana Del Rey. That Mel Gibson is a random person thats a clown. A random latino thats a clown. That’s a horse.
The most easy and most known example of how horses are the most repugnant animal that no other animal wants to be associated with.
A funny looking little guy that does and provides nothing to society. Clowns people that are from Detroit Michigan. And need to scratch up my Mazda because they didn’t purchase the Jaguar or the Mazda.
The Mazda was not meant for you to own and was not meant to be given to a random latino for the sake of every last latino in history being clowns.
That every last latino in history all being clowns is true. And what if Aliens were lame and decrepit. Aliens were lame and decrepit and latino Zachs were flying around with the greatest joy.
That animals were not animals but dead weird immigrant with weird immigrant swag mocking me. That Mel Gibson is a funny looking clown that does and offers nothing to society and was waiting to scratch up my automobile he didn’t know which one I would buy and say I couldn’t buy any automobile.
Is a horse. The most repugnant repulsive latino that no one believes a word of. A random clown that wants my Prada coat and offers my first day Mazda to random people. It’s not that I don’t like Aliens, it’s that Aliens don’t have money and are losers that cannot help train a latino to be decent or even below average normal.