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Vote Hugh for God

I would be a better god than this god I can rule her out completely were I your god I would not rest even on her Sunday roasts, "no fricken way" there would be no commandments no sacrifice of your children no denial of self no crusades of hatred no hypocrisy no eternal damnation So for the love of god dethrone this tyrant free yourselves you fucking idots I am your man dogg, not her or fucking Her, or whoever THE FUCK was fucking her...! Meh! As you can see I'm passionate about this and I don't mince my meat sometimes but fuck we're all sick it BULLSHIT, Let me be your crutch in hard times but be stronger quick, cause I got better shit to be doing Thanks for your vote and hey girls
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