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/                                          i might fail,                and i probably will... but when i do?     i'll do it, in the most spectacular fashion...    hands outstretched: - )wearing socks, a ****** t-shirt,    work              shorts and a pair stinking slippers; forget the fluorescent   gypsy boxer shorts( -                *like a *** ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!    god, some people are not even allowed to laugh at this sort of **** content, **** "thing"; why can't people find *like a *** funny? 5am, mid july isn't exactly funny to me either... so?       point to the beef!    ****                       chops anyone? can't get cheaper than that:                                  swear to god; the ******* already sold the original intention and subsequently called a case for copyright. - and the next item of history? well...    it's not like they're invited!     i know, horrid, cheap, comedy, i already know the censor aspect of me writing it: (a) you consider it to be "comedy", (b) you shut the **** up... (c) ha ha ha ha - (d) a very personal joke    (e) no actual sense of humour to begin with to craft a laugh...                  one word:   a wave of the hand attempting to fake brushing off flies like a cow's tail and...                            'whatever'... i tried, i failed,      now i'll...                      the brighton pier burn, as it did...     so?          i'll watch habana implode...        then?     surely that didn't happen... well...      whatever and doesn't                                  happen next: just so we can get a snapshot of a muted: oops! contrasted by an authentic ****** expression worth of a model looking "surprised".
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 12:00 AM UTC
it's not paiting attired like rené magritte
/                                          i might fail,                and i probably will... but when i do?     i'll do it, in the most spectacular fashion...    hands outstretched: - )wearing socks, a ****** t-shirt,    work              shorts and a pair stinking slippers; forget the fluorescent   gypsy boxer shorts( -                *like a *** ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!    god, some people are not even allowed to laugh at this sort of **** content, **** "thing"; why can't people find *like a *** funny? 5am, mid july isn't exactly funny to me either... so?       point to the beef!    ****                       chops anyone? can't get cheaper than that:                                  swear to god; the ******* already sold the original intention and subsequently called a case for copyright. - and the next item of history? well...    it's not like they're invited!     i know, horrid, cheap, comedy, i already know the censor aspect of me writing it: (a) you consider it to be "comedy", (b) you shut the **** up... (c) ha ha ha ha - (d) a very personal joke    (e) no actual sense of humour to begin with to craft a laugh...                  one word:   a wave of the hand attempting to fake brushing off flies like a cow's tail and...                            'whatever'... i tried, i failed,      now i'll...                      the brighton pier burn, as it did...     so?          i'll watch habana implode...        then?     surely that didn't happen... well...      whatever and doesn't                                  happen next: just so we can get a snapshot of a muted: oops! contrasted by an authentic ****** expression worth of a model looking "surprised".
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 12:00 AM UTC
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