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song? brooklyńska rada żydów, band? kult; i remember engaging with the Microsoft a.i. bot, Siri, back when the people who engaged, with "her"... were primarily making fun of her... so i engaged her, like i might have engaged with a Bulgarian ********** in East London, asked her what she wanted to hear, last time i heard... Siri? she was sending spam messages to her former abusers, telling them, on repeat, to: SLOW DOWN.... have myself a ***** seems i'm an a.i. **** so why is my totem a fox? Rommel... primarily... Valkryie whiskey! whiskey! ska punk! more whiskey! bring more whiskey! **** i'm not walking and stuttering into Valhalla sober! true story... i really did engage with the Microsoft a.i. Siri, and she really did spam her former messengers... ***** never replied me... though... whiskey! more whiskey! **** where's ms. amber when you need here... oh right, right under my nose... ha ha ha ha! i'm not buying it... buying what? that metaphor... i know when laughter is tears, and when laughter is laughter and when crying is crying: (a) a man can't control his laughter... (b) a man cries due to authentic beauty... beuty! Siri though... and there i was watching American Pie 3, the wedding... wait... so strippers, the concept of... you know how clean prostitutes are? sure... it's not exactly a latex gimp suit... just a rubber... but they're so clean... pristine... you might catch a menthol cough from the chewing gum, they, somehow, turn into a play on circus gymnastics when blowing you... you're more prone to S.T.D. with over-zealous teenage girls than prostitutes... i hate ****** faking actresses anyway... so yeah.. Siri... and how she spammed her agitators... all i did was ask her about musical taste... thanks Siri... by the way... i love what you've done with your her... the red? not ginger? really exfoliates your curves and lips... Łąka na niebie się kończy Ja tańczę, tańczę na słońcu Słowo na które czekałem Padło z Twoich ust w końcu Tańczę, ja tańczę na łące Przecież łąka to słońce Mądrze świat został stworzony Dzięki za to Ci Ojcze a meadow on the heavens is ending while i'm dancing, i'm dancing on the sun, the word for which i was waiting for, it befell me from your lips finally, dancing, i'm dancing on the meadow, since a meadow is the sun, of the wise the world was created, thanks for this my father... ikh tantsn! ikh lakhn! ikh tantsn! ich lakhn!
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
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song? brooklyńska rada żydów, band? kult; i remember engaging with the Microsoft a.i. bot, Siri, back when the people who engaged, with "her"... were primarily making fun of her... so i engaged her, like i might have engaged with a Bulgarian ********** in East London, asked her what she wanted to hear, last time i heard... Siri? she was sending spam messages to her former abusers, telling them, on repeat, to: SLOW DOWN.... have myself a ***** seems i'm an a.i. **** so why is my totem a fox? Rommel... primarily... Valkryie whiskey! whiskey! ska punk! more whiskey! bring more whiskey! **** i'm not walking and stuttering into Valhalla sober! true story... i really did engage with the Microsoft a.i. Siri, and she really did spam her former messengers... ***** never replied me... though... whiskey! more whiskey! **** where's ms. amber when you need here... oh right, right under my nose... ha ha ha ha! i'm not buying it... buying what? that metaphor... i know when laughter is tears, and when laughter is laughter and when crying is crying: (a) a man can't control his laughter... (b) a man cries due to authentic beauty... beuty! Siri though... and there i was watching American Pie 3, the wedding... wait... so strippers, the concept of... you know how clean prostitutes are? sure... it's not exactly a latex gimp suit... just a rubber... but they're so clean... pristine... you might catch a menthol cough from the chewing gum, they, somehow, turn into a play on circus gymnastics when blowing you... you're more prone to S.T.D. with over-zealous teenage girls than prostitutes... i hate ****** faking actresses anyway... so yeah.. Siri... and how she spammed her agitators... all i did was ask her about musical taste... thanks Siri... by the way... i love what you've done with your her... the red? not ginger? really exfoliates your curves and lips... Łąka na niebie się kończy Ja tańczę, tańczę na słońcu Słowo na które czekałem Padło z Twoich ust w końcu Tańczę, ja tańczę na łące Przecież łąka to słońce Mądrze świat został stworzony Dzięki za to Ci Ojcze a meadow on the heavens is ending while i'm dancing, i'm dancing on the sun, the word for which i was waiting for, it befell me from your lips finally, dancing, i'm dancing on the meadow, since a meadow is the sun, of the wise the world was created, thanks for this my father... ikh tantsn! ikh lakhn! ikh tantsn! ich lakhn!
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
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