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Nov 2024
We know what you mean.
When we hear what in the freaky, fact, funk going on?
We know.
We just do.
We respect that you edited it down.

Don't make me kick the living demons out of you?
Again, unless you an idiot, we know what you meant.
We again, respect you editing it.
Especially around the children.

Although I am still trying to figure out how the tar and feathers comment got started.
That one really has me bother.

Listen to son of a biscuit eater instantly we pin that to those called SOBS and respect you more for keeping in cool.
Say it to the wrong one just might be bad news.

Even, when toss out Mother-freaking idiot?
We just like how you say it and made it sounds pretty.

I guess you can say it's all in the message.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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