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his name, is gone his body was found in a silo the middle finger missing. A corn cob stuck up his *** It took a posse of Sherriffs and three nuns and one priest to locate him. There was no reward , no bounty for his missing finger. I guess they figured it was gone to hell. His soul lingered around that silo for weeks, though, a smell like chicken **** fertilizer they spread down here in bamalama and remember don't flip a cop off, either.
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 9:01 PM UTC
flipping the devil off
his name, is gone his body was found in a silo the middle finger missing. A corn cob stuck up his *** It took a posse of Sherriffs and three nuns and one priest to locate him. There was no reward , no bounty for his missing finger. I guess they figured it was gone to hell. His soul lingered around that silo for weeks, though, a smell like chicken **** fertilizer they spread down here in bamalama and remember don't flip a cop off, either.
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Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 9:01 PM UTC
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