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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