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Sep 2023
Ahh....
bless their shoplifted little cotton socks
what's happening
so the Target keeps ******* out of you lot
tut-tut
that's not suppose to happen
so you been huffing and puffing
hustling and bustling
toing an froing
bubbling and squeaking
fishing and chipping
hankering and pandering
flipping and flopping
jiving and twisting
and
hopping like the alley cats you are
on hot tin roofs
and that **** Target still takes the ****
tut-tut.... that's bad
and so much of you as well
doesn't he knows....majority wins?
what's wrong with him
or
more importantly
what's wrong with you
we must send you on the road to Wigan PierΒ Β 
for further training!
Leaders are visionaries with a poorly developed sense of fear and no concept of the odds against them. That target will say he's a Prince next. Comon People, to the barricades....viva la Revolution...haha hahaha........
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
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