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Jun 2017
I said to the bus driver, โ€œDragging my **** up a hill for your forgiveness ain't my idea of fishing for condiments in a bank on Labor Day.โ€

He wouldn't acknowledge me so I grabbed a nearby lesbian. โ€œEither forgive me or I'll make this **** pregnant!โ€ I threatened.

โ€œAlright for Heaven's sake! I forgive you!โ€ He said, whereby I immediately released the ****-diver.
๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†
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๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—•๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐˜†  หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰
(หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰)   
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   JG O'Connor and Gabriel burnS
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