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the sled flattens cans on its way down the rock-face oh, bottomless pit, how have thou forsaken the moth without the lantern! carry me and I will carry me farther, shoot a man and he will die for a day teach a man to shoot and he will die for a lifetime. Inalienable in the sense of extra-terrestrially impossible Cold in the float-plane at 8000 feet or as high as an average cascade 'Average' being an ******* who believes himself average **** that ******* slumber as fast as you can to reach first place. go, go, go! the race has started!
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Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 1:55 AM UTC
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the sled flattens cans on its way down the rock-face oh, bottomless pit, how have thou forsaken the moth without the lantern! carry me and I will carry me farther, shoot a man and he will die for a day teach a man to shoot and he will die for a lifetime. Inalienable in the sense of extra-terrestrially impossible Cold in the float-plane at 8000 feet or as high as an average cascade 'Average' being an ******* who believes himself average **** that ******* slumber as fast as you can to reach first place. go, go, go! the race has started!
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Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 1:55 AM UTC
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