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I was just flinging poo into my neighbor's barbeque and I ripped
my johnson off when I sliced the cheese and corn salad shot out.
Captain, I just humped 40 chickens. Only forty more left. A little
more murphy's oil on the wooden leg sandwich. Just keep smoking
those raindrops. Try a cat next time you decide to ravage an oiled
cabbage. The tension that comes before a toilet overflowing is
how I always feel. Always gotta stay sharp. Defend yourself to
stay alive. Blast One. Now back when I was ripping the crap off
my boxers a chicken made three choices. And three, don't forget
to thank don't forget those who believed in you.
- Reverend Speef Narkle #47 |
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