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audio me in... tell the b.t. off standards to change the connection to lie to get to syria... i wanted to become a butcher too... not butchering people though... onomatopeias of resonance of blah... blah... you know... woollen trill... i want the target bacon, i want to target bacon on that **** head-banging with a pony while blowing a sheen into a rodin marble for the glisten of a haircut mare... dark ivory like purple of a grenade of indigo blotched with blood... and spanked / spiked by kandinsky... i told you i woz a barking gimmick, a barking cult-piece of mafia... you’ve been warned dear bouncer allotment and semi-detached... hey kieran - had his kidneys transplanted aged 15... took to having a ****** aged 16 on the south park fence when two ******* eyed us and the boys came to make cake... oi boys r’ us you mention st. petersburg anywhere south of the thames? i thought so... make that spelling spaghetti for a kebab of dead meat appealing: it’s making headlines, people are fed fat but sugar headlines... when fat headlines... people will be fed sugar... salt will never compromise the use of steroids for balloon pop protein for a mere attire of the bow tie undone with laze.
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
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audio me in... tell the b.t. off standards to change the connection to lie to get to syria... i wanted to become a butcher too... not butchering people though... onomatopeias of resonance of blah... blah... you know... woollen trill... i want the target bacon, i want to target bacon on that **** head-banging with a pony while blowing a sheen into a rodin marble for the glisten of a haircut mare... dark ivory like purple of a grenade of indigo blotched with blood... and spanked / spiked by kandinsky... i told you i woz a barking gimmick, a barking cult-piece of mafia... you’ve been warned dear bouncer allotment and semi-detached... hey kieran - had his kidneys transplanted aged 15... took to having a ****** aged 16 on the south park fence when two ******* eyed us and the boys came to make cake... oi boys r’ us you mention st. petersburg anywhere south of the thames? i thought so... make that spelling spaghetti for a kebab of dead meat appealing: it’s making headlines, people are fed fat but sugar headlines... when fat headlines... people will be fed sugar... salt will never compromise the use of steroids for balloon pop protein for a mere attire of the bow tie undone with laze.
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
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