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May the leprechaun steal you underwear and flaunt your testicles as earrings while your relatives ride donkeys into the un-american sunset so that you can finally rest in pieces knowing that your unforgivable stupidity has finally come to an end far to good for your flea-bitten hide, which midget yakuzas molest as if it was a hello kitty blanket with genitals.
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The above was written by a true prophet. Trust me.
"What doesn't kill you, makes you bitter and paranoid". - SB2000
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