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made Nagrom ride a horse wet just like a state trooper would if he were being chased by pirates of the Carribean to Saint Pierre. "I'm ready for cosmetic brain surgery," Nagrom's favorite wife said moments before losing her head on a sled that wrecked into Jesus while He was tightening a sandal strap. "I love God a lot," Trent Lott commented for nothing as large bagels baked in his ****-crack.
๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ
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๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ  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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