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Chillin. Waiting for the CVS to be clear and get whatever's left. Hey little kitty you look delicious. Hey Mr. Squirrel what's for dinner You are? OK. Yo buddy get on the loving ground and give me all your supplies before I blow your brains out. Peace, brother. (Get's enslaved by roaming gangs)
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Blistex posted:
If SHTF in Phucket the whole landscape will be covered in discarded flip flops.
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Telebite posted:The Bloak as Got on Top of Aunty Thank you Aunty. Does the prosecution wish to question this witness?
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Walking backwards, making GBS threads. Throwing seeds into the poo poo. Take 3 steps back. The seeds have fully sprouted and you see stalks bearing mature corn. Take a poo poo. Take a step back. Throw seeds down. Take three steps back. Full grown watermelons appear before you. Eat some eggs. Take a step back. Groan and push. Take a poo poo. Take three steps back. A flock of chickens mill around in front of you. Instant farm from your rear end. This is what you dream about as the godless hordes violate you over and over, choking with the chain around your neck. You're next in the fire. Power in numbers and tribal warfare. The chieftain stands up and the climax of the orgy and proclaims, "I'm gaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!"
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