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Flaming **** sets fire on the sky.
The turds fly, one hits your face.
Face of a turd.
Large African C.R.O.C.O.D.I.L.E.S. lurking in every corner.
Mahmoud says, 'Your pant zipper is open.'
I say, 'look upon the toilette bowl, ye piece of sheep.'
Rabbit Cordobis.
Russle Touleaux.
This is your fate.
This is your destiny.
Hair grows on your arse.
This is almost desperately god-awful.
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~Semper Stupidus~
Last edited by ~Sgt.Squirmitz~; 10-06-2006 at 11:55 AM.
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