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Symphonies played in the loins of young lovers as the sun set on this Saturday evening. Emily was alone in her room, flicking through the TV channels with Richard and Clair's reckless love affair crashing through the plasterboard wall. She pulled her
murphy bed down and saw none other than John Tesh, humming some unidentifiable piece of smooth-jazz and masutbating furtively. "Oh!" he exclaimed, "you're just in time for
The frogs with herpes to pray to the frog god Rigbabbleglop
Although Rigbabbleglop preferred worms, it was still worth a shot. Gods abhor change.
but most importantly they adore rape, the freshest anal cavities will only do and after a lengthy battle of shitstabbing they devour the victim. All this while out of there tiny minds on 'the divine ambrosia" in which that roughly means "food of the gods
in ancient Aramthaic, but was recentle translated as 'Suck my Chundies' in Polish, 'Lick my Warts' in Mandarin, and 'Big Mac and Fries, innit' in East London Chav. Language is a tool to start wars with, George Bush says.
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