Yall are in the presence of greatness heavens the fakest metaphorical place for several races from my neck to my waist you can tell where several cakes aten have rested and stayed yall are gayer then clay aiken. I stay hating and stay waiting for the day bacon becomes a holiday 8 days in May and I ate plates made out of it with more bacon layed out on it. Then let out a shit and sit at a table with another plate layed out on it. The master of gab to bad batches I've had bitches lick my ass when gas came out of it.
Just a preview of my topical game.
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