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That wasn't the WORST prostitute for Alyxx, so lets smoke the drugs tomorrow .

And when he gets to heaven,

To saint Peter he will tell;

One more soldier reporting, sir.

I've served my time in Hell!

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That wasn't the tittiest prostitute for Alyxx, so lets smoke the drugs tomorrow.

Don't insult me. I have trained professionals to do that.

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That wasn't the tittiest game for Alyxx, so lets smoke the drugs tomorrow.

And when he gets to heaven,

To saint Peter he will tell;

One more soldier reporting, sir.

I've served my time in Hell!

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That wasn't the prettiest game for Alyxx, so lets bin the drugs tomorrow.

And when he gets to heaven,

To saint Peter he will tell;

One more soldier reporting, sir.

I've served my time in Hell!

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That wasn't the prettiest game for cheetos so let's suppository the drugs tomorrow.

Don't insult me. I have trained professionals to do that.

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That wasn't the prettiest game for cheetos so let's suppository the clams tomorrow.

"It's time to evolve. That's why we're troubled. You know why our institutions are failing us, the church, the state, everything's failing? It's because they're no longer relevant...Evolution did not end with us growing opposable thumbs."

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That wasn't the prettiest game for cheetos so let's suppository the clams tits.

Don't insult me. I have trained professionals to do that.

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That wasn't the prettiest game for cheetos so let's cut the clams tits.

And when he gets to heaven,

To saint Peter he will tell;

One more soldier reporting, sir.

I've served my time in Hell!

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That wasn't the prettiest boobs for cheetos so let's cut the clams tits.

Don't insult me. I have trained professionals to do that.

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That wasn't the prettiest shit for cheetos so let's cut the clams tits.

''Almost everything–all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure–these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important.'' - Steve Jobs

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That wasn't the prettiest shit for cheetos so let's cut the clams head.

And when he gets to heaven,

To saint Peter he will tell;

One more soldier reporting, sir.

I've served my time in Hell!

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That wasn't the prettiest shit for cheetos so let's tit the clams head.

Don't insult me. I have trained professionals to do that.

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That wasn't the prettiest shit for cheetos so let's divide the clams head.

And when he gets to heaven,

To saint Peter he will tell;

One more soldier reporting, sir.

I've served my time in Hell!

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That wasn't the prettiest shit for cheetos so let's dive to clams head.

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That wasn't the prettiest shit for cheetos so let's dive by clams head.

And when he gets to heaven,

To saint Peter he will tell;

One more soldier reporting, sir.

I've served my time in Hell!

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It wasn't the prettiest shit for cheetos so let's divide by clams head.

And when he gets to heaven,

To saint Peter he will tell;

One more soldier reporting, sir.

I've served my time in Hell!

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It wasn't the prettiest shit for cheetos so let's divide by clams tits.

Don't insult me. I have trained professionals to do that.

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