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| paste! | your 3rd vertical brazierre came straight up the seine, secantly, then the shit just hit the fan, no time to let it all absorb. pores scream, seconds ago they were shrinking from a mahogany o.d. - wenceforth, horp naynay, whilst pilsner and/or that tongue splatters waves and waves of geriatric candy. | 020709 |