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| kingsuperspecial |
my pants are sagging down down down. my liver is throbbing and you're not around. my broccoli has been juiced the deli is out of hairgel there is puke in my golmelkap and the flutist has been stabbed no paste! heck no! mourn the blather heads no paste! heck no! and you took baby satan with you. la la la boo hoo! |
011004 |
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| satan satan satan | PENIS! | 011004 |
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| god | why are all the rabbits sprouting wings again? | 011004 |
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| tonya | more_skydiving , i guess | 011004 |
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| paste! |
emotional rupturing is equal to the marmalade of viscous pants quick, dammit, bring me my bag of tiny_apes |
011030 |
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| god | it's plummeting down the dumbwaiter chute as we breathe! marmalade shits and ,meatloaf aside. | 011030 |