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*how about i slap you? impress a hand to cheek, rather than lip to lip? and then tell you... your science, beginning with biology, really does, require an obstruct? you won't be laughing... you'll be... i love this word... beguiled... so... ****** start juggling those bananas, for the equivalent to ******* artefacts; keep two oranges for spares in terms of ******** **** me! applause! clap clap.* when i'm laughing, i'm not laughing about my neighbours...    i'm conjuring the "sight" of two doughnuts.. and before i write an invoice... i... seriouslly have to...               sober up... otherwise i'd be trying to tame a rhyme. **** me, those two doughnuts... get chilly with the foster the people band...         and say: oh dad, just slurred          a kilogram of ice-cream... come on, ***** be more imaginagtive! that's like saying chimps originate from madagascar.... oh **** and an itchy nose to boot... dangling cigarette       and the hope for ballerinas to cure anorexia...          well... we're all the hopeful lads                       whistling, or surfing, or skate-boarding; i mean, **** me, you're hardly going to take to the zenith of aiming at a bitch-slap, as life-defining moment to turn into an anecdotate.
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
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*how about i slap you? impress a hand to cheek, rather than lip to lip? and then tell you... your science, beginning with biology, really does, require an obstruct? you won't be laughing... you'll be... i love this word... beguiled... so... ****** start juggling those bananas, for the equivalent to ******* artefacts; keep two oranges for spares in terms of ******** **** me! applause! clap clap.* when i'm laughing, i'm not laughing about my neighbours...    i'm conjuring the "sight" of two doughnuts.. and before i write an invoice... i... seriouslly have to...               sober up... otherwise i'd be trying to tame a rhyme. **** me, those two doughnuts... get chilly with the foster the people band...         and say: oh dad, just slurred          a kilogram of ice-cream... come on, ***** be more imaginagtive! that's like saying chimps originate from madagascar.... oh **** and an itchy nose to boot... dangling cigarette       and the hope for ballerinas to cure anorexia...          well... we're all the hopeful lads                       whistling, or surfing, or skate-boarding; i mean, **** me, you're hardly going to take to the zenith of aiming at a bitch-slap, as life-defining moment to turn into an anecdotate.
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC
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