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squeak my little mice, squeal my feline friends: the rats are coming. you really picked the wrong kind of enemy, one that finds your sense of humour endearing, and a sense of humour     that's both endearing,                         and easily overturned; the rat populace said so:              you have no veto, that sort of privilege is left to the people with enough political integrity to not take to jogging      in the morning, as those blonde chewbacca ****** take to, outthinking the stability of the dover cliffs, with some sort of masterplan of the mexican wall...   how about you blow up the channel tunnel first?!
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Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC
könig ratte / nibbling affairs
squeak my little mice, squeal my feline friends: the rats are coming. you really picked the wrong kind of enemy, one that finds your sense of humour endearing, and a sense of humour     that's both endearing,                         and easily overturned; the rat populace said so:              you have no veto, that sort of privilege is left to the people with enough political integrity to not take to jogging      in the morning, as those blonde chewbacca ****** take to, outthinking the stability of the dover cliffs, with some sort of masterplan of the mexican wall...   how about you blow up the channel tunnel first?!
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Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC
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