As I was sitting on the couch making a pipe-bomb, I thought about you sitting on the bus driver's lap. I don't know why you do these things. You're so destructive. by 𝑺𝒖𝒛𝒚 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐲

Sep 2017

As I was sitting on the couch making a pipe-bomb, I thought about you sitting on the bus driver's lap. I don't know why you do these things. You're so destructive.

I was eating corn flakes with 7 Arab women when Saddam Hussein
arrived with 32 gallons of cold camel milk near the end of his reign
to make our dry cereal taste better & to ease our U.S.-embargo pain

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𝑺𝒖𝒛𝒚 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐲

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