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• Sitting in t3h easy chair with t3h tv on and t3h party over listening to a jumbled discourse of t3h fourfivefive as he haxxed t3h mainframe of t3h night.
• Shutting t3h windows to allow the essence of t3h fourfivefive to permeate the world.
• I was standing on t3h seat of t3h earth, waiting for my turn in the sun when what did I chance to see before me but t3h fourfivefive, don't chant, sing.

Another classic call has been made notwithstanding this unicentral latency in the locale. Sand and sand time, twist. I got 3 bottles of wine last night and I know this karaoke bar, do you know. I know where it's at this karaoke bar. Checking out t3h local talent, I can sing like a fucking bird. Phoney doctors always following me around like I'm Charlie Chaplin. Open your wings look up to the lynx and see: His was a masquerade ball whose theme was, of course, heaven and hell. Laren,
playing for the hell team, went as sort of a flamboyant goth-pirate.

I burn your eyes out with colorful pixillated pirate

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