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Blue Crack Supplier
you don't UNDERSTAND.
That was just an.....unreal interference era.
you don't UNDERSTAND.
Do you really think that either of those elements are true? Seriously??? If you do, you're a bigger clown than I thought you were, and, trust me when I tell you that I already think you're a laughingstock of the highest order. Also, the above logic is so flawed that it makes my head spin, but, being logical is not exactly your strong suit.
God you're fucking annoying, you have to know that, right? How could you not.....
I misinterpreted the tone of ths one, that's all.
Lazarus is one of the most annoying people I know but I still like him.
Loving that NSW obviously knows nothing about Samuel Beckett or Charlie Rose. So fucking funny.
You'll probably get laid
And in winter, under my greatcoat, I wrapped myself in swathes of newspaper, and did not shed these until the earth awoke, for good, in April. The Times Literary Supplement was admirably adapted to this purpose, of a neverfailing toughness and impermeability. Even farts made no impression on it. I can't help it, gas escapes from my fundament on the least pretext, it's hard not to mention it now and then, however great my distaste. One day I counted them. Three hundred and fifteen farts in nineteen hours, or an average of over sixteen farts an hour. After all it's not excessive. Four farts every fifteen minutes. It's nothing. Not even one fart every four minutes. It's unbelievable. Damn it, I hardly fart at all, I should never have mentioned it. Extraordinary how mathematics help you to know yourself.
This is all very VERY wrong.