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Oct 2017
My special ****** cornered me in a corner as he needed โ€œspare change.โ€ I told him that black lives matter a lot and that I was out of โ€œspare change.โ€ He pulled his blade and I shot him police-style (emptied the clip). He died in agony. He's now in ****** heaven wearing droopy pants. Timmy, who was very young when he was 5, loved to roller skate with ******* down the street. One day he was killed by a garbage truck. At the grave, as he was being lowered into the Earth, the minister sadly recalled, โ€œTimmy loved to roller skateโ€ only to have a heckler finish the sentence with, โ€œwith *******!โ€ ~ โ€œYes, yes,โ€ the minister said softly, โ€œTimmy loved to roller skate with *******.โ€ ~ I was putting on a bikini in the fitting room and things were working out well when the building exploded. Terrorists bombed the building to **** people. I was lucky that I wasn't killed by terrorists.
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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