There may be rocketswith friggin' lazers
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mediocre ha ha ha, you're reading this,
Wed 21 Dec 2011, 11:19,
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Let us see..The details of my life are quite inconsequential ... Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament ... My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon ... luge lessons ... In the spring, we'd make meat helmets ... When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds — pretty standard, really. At the age of 12, I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a Zoroastrian named Vilmer ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum — it's breathtaking ... I suggest you try it
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Jahled Three shades of black,
Wed 21 Dec 2011, 11:42,
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A bit like this?Pyew, pyew, pyew...
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Snappyuk gets BIGGER with free sample.,
Wed 21 Dec 2011, 11:47,
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Probably very much like that, yes mediocre ha ha ha, you're reading this,
Wed 21 Dec 2011, 11:57,
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