Hired with no rank to cast lots of lines of clean, disgruntled obscurity. Check out these soccer moms' delayed gratification hurrying.
Slow. Down. Now.
Avon lady won't come around.
Dice pirhanas smacked twice cross the curb; stop FUCKING worrying because it's indistinct.
Oh, yea. I saw the same movie. Pretty in Pink.
Redhead chicks are ugly. Molly Ringwald however sure she could compost treason antfarm fuck me.
You gust lazily drowning yesterday in yarn. AMASS FORTUNES BY SETTING OFF FALSE ALARMS.
FUCK YOU.
Heh.
You hear that?
... didn't think so ...
HOLY SHIT DID YOU HEAR THAT?
... who let the frogs out ...
GET ME OUT OF BEER!!!!!!!!
... less thrilling ...
I'd like to fade to the minute hand if you'll let me. I once read a story of how boring reading can get then times times times times times semit semit semit semit semit got hard and, well ...
We Had To Laugh At The Nazis.
The details remain tucked away in my electric blanket of sorts. You won't find pastels in finer grades than the ones crinkled deep in this planet's bones. Christ I thought you knew all that already.
Christ I'm tackling you.
Christ you're going to fall.
Christ is going to fuck Satan with his +43 Holy Fleshrod of Eternal Petrification and Then You'll Know Who Stole Your Pony, BITCH.
The word of the year is:
dog
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