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i call my ambition, sergeant giggs... don't ask; i also call my left foot lady cantona, it's just regarding the manchester united dream team from the mid 90s. oi! oi! that strange perfume in my garden has come back! i don't like it! i know i'm growing garlic and rosemary & mint & jasmine in it, but i'm not liking the eerie honey **** of it, that i might liken to female genitals, no!    **** off!                   get these gnats away from me! feed em to the bankers!        point being, if i were ever an islamic martyr, and i'd get to the "sacred" gardens, much akin to the hanging gardens of babylon and i'd be like...      wait a minute, i didn't ask for solomon's gym routine, i didn't ask for ******* gym membership scheme!    i said, i said that i wanted 72 watermelons! who said that 72 virgins is a reward? where are my 72 watermelons?! i want my ******* 72 watermelons!    1 woman is enough! enough as in: one too much!    yes, i know nature it cruel, and it proved that by providing more women than men, and that when an ****** hits their egos and shatters them all hell breaks loose... no! i didn't sign up for a gym membership! i want my 72 watermelons!      take your virgins and shove them into fairy-airy stories, or up my ***         how could 72 virgins ever be so appealing as to take the lives of others?    i asked for heaven, not a gym membership... idiots are going to be hating the notion after a few hours: well... gotta **** 'em all... otherwise the ones not ****** will go straight to king solomon, with his permanent ****** **** fusion...    just give me the 72 watermelons and **** off with your "promises"...       i wasn't promised **** all upon birth in this world,    but the promises of 72 virgins in the "next" world seems more like a curse, than honey-dew; i'd rather worm through    a library of books worth-the-reading, than a bunch of girls: "worth-the-fuck"; well yeah, "the" oops; muslims: monkey mentality, even after death; me? i was imagining it as:                        a brain in a pickle jar; then again, i'd love to chat with 72 prostitutes, gone down the train ride of waggle waggle... plus the drinking helps...    less gym orientation mind you: the already exhausted ***** 'elp a 'ittle.
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Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
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i call my ambition, sergeant giggs... don't ask; i also call my left foot lady cantona, it's just regarding the manchester united dream team from the mid 90s. oi! oi! that strange perfume in my garden has come back! i don't like it! i know i'm growing garlic and rosemary & mint & jasmine in it, but i'm not liking the eerie honey **** of it, that i might liken to female genitals, no!    **** off!                   get these gnats away from me! feed em to the bankers!        point being, if i were ever an islamic martyr, and i'd get to the "sacred" gardens, much akin to the hanging gardens of babylon and i'd be like...      wait a minute, i didn't ask for solomon's gym routine, i didn't ask for ******* gym membership scheme!    i said, i said that i wanted 72 watermelons! who said that 72 virgins is a reward? where are my 72 watermelons?! i want my ******* 72 watermelons!    1 woman is enough! enough as in: one too much!    yes, i know nature it cruel, and it proved that by providing more women than men, and that when an ****** hits their egos and shatters them all hell breaks loose... no! i didn't sign up for a gym membership! i want my 72 watermelons!      take your virgins and shove them into fairy-airy stories, or up my ***         how could 72 virgins ever be so appealing as to take the lives of others?    i asked for heaven, not a gym membership... idiots are going to be hating the notion after a few hours: well... gotta **** 'em all... otherwise the ones not ****** will go straight to king solomon, with his permanent ****** **** fusion...    just give me the 72 watermelons and **** off with your "promises"...       i wasn't promised **** all upon birth in this world,    but the promises of 72 virgins in the "next" world seems more like a curse, than honey-dew; i'd rather worm through    a library of books worth-the-reading, than a bunch of girls: "worth-the-fuck"; well yeah, "the" oops; muslims: monkey mentality, even after death; me? i was imagining it as:                        a brain in a pickle jar; then again, i'd love to chat with 72 prostitutes, gone down the train ride of waggle waggle... plus the drinking helps...    less gym orientation mind you: the already exhausted ***** 'elp a 'ittle.
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Aug 30, 2017
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