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Just wanted to know if you guys ever retrieved the phosphate resevoir from the spandex pterodactyl cough drop within the confines of Walter Cronkite's asbestos catcher's mitt.

 

Let me know so I can subtract the halogen ukulele in Napa Valley's cellophane algorithims, otherwise I'll have no other choice but to cook a Hip Hop nebula in the vicinity of my cashmere fish tank.

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theo..the foregoing lumpter bypassed under gwarington street yesterday. I was unable to physically access the shrip purse caussing a spillage of LOL rabbit mucas into the upperdeck. Maybe with your betty booberry pancake inhalor we can release enough anal urine babies from Anothonys suzuki 5000..

 

 

ps. i loved the slap DVD beer hugger your uncle jesse sent to my dad..see if you can score another one of those tesla golf helmets for Herman too.

 

thanks

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ayo you niggas receive those crush series hip-top poltergeist radars i dropshipped in Albuquerque last June? the fucking pathologist tried to singe my pubic hair collection so i had a few heads in a duffel bag after i cleared out her whole fucking office with my ar-15 rocket edition spiegel shifter. i think the cloudbox should now be a sufficient volume for phase 2.

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Oh okay that's good news. Otherwise my macadamia Punjab gauze reflector would've been available through retractable cotton swab snowglobes. And finding porcupines pontificating the volumes of Japanese hockey masks would've been rather difficult, but possible as long as the squeegee Alakazam fisted the stucco dropcloth.

 

Thanks though, I'm glad you were able to pitch a no-hitter at Gertrude's Easter egg hunt that she pop locked and dropped at the George Foreman sauerkraut synthesizer.

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as spontaneous as the sporadic slumpbusting superficial language of listening to whales masturbate in a moment of mindless momentum, moving forward as the continus time shift has left us with virgin diaries of daylight savings time ticking timebombs of troubled youth as they continue to spread genocide on our civil servants seriously hindering our outward apathetic attempt to understand there brutality and brilliant display of dead can dance lyrics looped over a lil wayne opera ballet with autotune and NIN feedback ass nigga

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Yo you guys seen shorty on the block the other day? Yo, that chick had an ass like a like a meatloaf paperclip made out of silicon & wheat paste. She was all that and a bag of xylene panzerfausts. Niggas better recognize my coldcut liason calculators, cuz I'll punch a mothafucka in his bungalow milk crate if he fucks with my movie usher jetski.

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Yo you guys seen shorty on the block the other day? Yo, that chick had an ass like a like a meatloaf paperclip made out of silicon & wheat paste. She was all that and a bag of xylene panzerfausts. Niggas better recognize my coldcut liason calculators, cuz I'll punch a mothafucka in his bungalow milk crate if he fucks with my movie usher jetski.

 

 

 

 

Has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?

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you turdmuffins are no match for my discombobulted tubthumper. that shits got hypergranulated phosphorous monkey phazers ready to separate a galvanized wallet chain from your apple turnover quetzal apparatus, all while projecting dog porn onto a geodesic dome made from rabid termite ecttoplasm. try and bust a supersillious pimple sprinkled with kraft cheese if you want to.

 

 

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I took a dump in L. Ron's cupboard at his last house party inciting Lord Xenu's nose to invert making a blackhole the size of CERN's dickhole. So now I'm jackaloping at fly beezees while blasting Beegees at the top of my respiratory organs to increase the speed I'm traveling to escape the event horizon. Tell my girl I might not be home for dinner.

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