Oop's oui, op's, in a few
Shit's back on. The one that goes through ya to your vital organs. What a fucking advantage we let them commandeer. What a fucking nightmare.
Fuckers tapped me thrice to make me mistype.
Wait to when, if you grow some kahoonas, they get a lock, on your ass. You'll pay, to live safely and at their delight and inconvenience. Even your loved ones. They will kill without reservation once your totally corralled managed and controlled. It's only been 54 fucking years I've live with more of what is to come than any of you catch from trusted insights.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
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