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1 day I spied my brother on a road, drunk, so I decided to land my airplane on him to **** him. As I dropped down at 800-miles-per-hour he ducked, and I just missed him by 7 inches. Later, I ran him over with my Kawasaki scooter. He's not dead but he won't be playing badminton anytime soon.
I like your Pygmy elbows & your tiny Pygmy face & how you bend
over invitingly with experienced Pygmy sodomites at Pygmy ******
so that inexperienced, virginal Pygmy girls do not feel out of place.
When will the pain end?!
You beat me with the shovels that I
couldn't sell in your hardware store.
You told me that you loved me and that
you would give me another chance.
Oh no! Another customer just
backed out of a shovel-sale!!!
INTO MEMORIES

that you won't forget (unless you're a real dog) with Fido's
Memory-Enhancing Dog Food! Stop pimping & pumping
hoes when you can be an ambulance driver! That's
where the big bucks are! Ambulance driving!!! My
neighbor was one of those: more gay than a
picnic basket and now he's dead; died in
a Pygmy stampede when he was 47.
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