has gone deaf so now I'm legally required to take a comprehensive canine sign language course for 3 months in Bangor, Maine at the Deaf Dog Institute with my brother Kyle and his wife Kim. With my luck, my chihuahua will die from a heart attack before I get back. The standard tuition cost of fifty-six thousand dollars seems like a lot to a lot of people but when you compare it to the cost of hiring a team of hit men to **** everyone within a three-mile radius of my house, it's pretty cheap.

“Boil my *** in rancid butter,” said the king of Canada. “I enjoy elf
& ****** lore.” Three months later his ******* got caught in an es-
calator at the Mall of America & he died from an inoperably-torn &
ruptured low-hanging sac in a bankrupted Bloomington Sears store,
that precipitated heroic B-cell & genetical alignment at Plum Island
to give Canada's king the Herculean push to thread teen debutantes,
in a sinking Samar Sea boat with 416 crates of polyurethane Trojan  
latex rubber supra condoms that will float longer than 341 shackled Mohammedans in his alligator-stocked west Manitoba palace moat.

Hallelujah! I will hang on and you will hang on (& we will hang on)  by the hairs of our chinny-chin chins, if only to experience the "orgasmical"~ "climaxical" ~ "orgiastical" rush of endorphins upon learning of the excruciatingly-prolonged suffering of every woogie-******* reprobate who ever ******* us over, AMEN!

De-population is the edict, not just notion, of a genocide diagnostic
or of a burgeoning Nigerian democracy that's militarily enthusiastic
with countless Winnie Mandelas who're egotistical & protagonistic.

is not unusual for nudists who believe in ****** in all its forms. Nudists drink coffee without clothes on and scale fish the same way. Even helicopter pilots who are nudists enjoy crashing into mountains and dying horrific deaths with no clothes on.

For Palmerston North woman Val Burr, 71, the parole hearing process is one she’s used to. She dreads each August as she once again faces begging a panel of people not to let her daughter’s killer out of jail.

On September 15, 2002, 16-year-old John Wharekura knocked on the door of Tanya Burr’s Hilda St. flat and asked her for a piece of paper and pen, supposedly to write a note for a friend in a neighbouring flat.

When the 21-year-old turned, he went inside and stabbed her 15 times. At the time, he was one of New Zealand’s youngest killers and had an undiagnosed psychosis.

He was freed in 2018 following his 14-year non-parole period but recalled the following year after problems with adhering to parole conditions and his mental health. He has since been convicted of assault offences in prison.

In 2021, he was charged with wounding with intent to cause grievous ****** harm relating to an assault on another prisoner. The Auckland District Court confirmed to the Rotorua Daily Post no conviction was entered because he had an insanity defence.