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Oct 2017
I can't eat fly-blown garbage unless it is your birthday & the wind is
blowin' breezily from Scranton or from stinkin' ****-hole Manhattan
where A.I.D.S., V.D. & clap killed crab-crammin' that was fattenin'
for the many assassins of assassinated gay general George S. Patton
I am opposed to a nose ring for good reason, as I think that the only
thing that belongs in my big nose is my favorite nose-picking finger
on heavy pad days when it feels like I'm suckin' bricks with a straw
or cutting down a huge oak tree with a ****-nugget instead of a saw
that's been sharpened by marshmallows honed against a kitty's paw
on a Sunday when nothing legal is tried under common, statute law
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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