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for a raging flash of Bosco, rip into a crusty wig of portable sawmills!
Ask this satisfied customer:
"Lucas Mill, i'm running over this field of muddy tallus and a furry throng of kiegel herneas (guts in your nuts) chase yourself with a gym teacher you're one idiot, drive your lopsided fiat spyder into a computer made of wolverine puke, and everything fits into a heavy-duty box."
PAUSE FOR NARCOTICS
those broads that eat fire. elkran feepskitters in my breakfast handshake.