Its with the 454 pound mystical sword of damku that i instinctively desire to mortally wound the juggular like a famished hybrid lyger finding its place amongst a pack of lions...waiting for the break of day in the hope the hyenas will stop pestering...cursith art thou fathers cock-froth festrith...I fornicate with a member of your close kin in a loving,passionate yet hurtful way when i spread the hay-fever to half your village after a night out Johnny-caking...i was going to sketch a quick pentagram and the passerbys may have guessed thats what i was drawing that one day at the archaic marketplace several lifetimes ago...but i was drawing a septegram...much more powerful symbol when your distant ancestor traded 2 chickens and a boomerang for a colorful gourd that would lead to your demise...HULLCRUX SEPTICURTH HULLCRUX SEPTICURTH HULLCRUX SEPţICURTH....dareth thou i̟͖͟n̶͖̲̠̻͉̯̪vOk.e wrath of a gingerwiţch...HSSSSSS HSSSSSSS...i roll 13 on 2 dice...release a poultergeist...it floated by it was cold as ice......MYSTIPLUMe PSYCLUSTICULT....we got them "thangs" home-slice....we be up in this bitch smoking "that bush"...we crossed it with purple murder face...very smooth...very mellow.....THOSE NAZIS DO ℣OODOO...they eat babies.....YOU BABY EAting monster....voice in my head is so clever you must be pulling some reverse witchcraft dejavoodoo on the technology box with your sound to symbol language patterns....strategically placed images on screens combined with subtle low frequency waves to influence my behaviour in such a way im off-kilter come game day....well i have news for you sonny-jim....i adapted my training to include 10,000 daily squat thrusts followed by 17 hours of brazillian jiu jitsu...its still fresh in my cerebral cortex...plus i carb-loaded with a quarter gallon of maple syrup and diabetic squirrel piss...i go WOOOO like rick flair home-skillet..crazy on those squat thrusts...like a humming bird son..i have a 1000 mg caffeine enema on standby for that moment 47 seconds before ninjas and the swat team plus seal team 6 and every yellow power ranger come "bussin" at me.....you got beef home-knee-hiyagga...I prepare for battle by masterbating 7 times to fart porn turned loud as possible then taking
a 2 hour nap.lets squash this beef...swing first...come at me bro....i throw my spear into your future ancestors tractor beam and mess off their nitrogen isotope converter...costing them a cool 80-k....and then me and the village shaman have a good laugh about it and stir fermented mushrooms into a copper cauldren alonside thornapple,ayahuaska and peyote with basil and cinnamon to taste...very low carb...then we train lats and cardio....im a fool on that stair stepper .....KURSITH ART THOU........blood fart.......https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BtV4QN4UPok
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Its with the 454 pound mystical sword of damku that i instinctively desire to mortally wound the juggular like a famished hybrid lyger finding its place amongst a pack of lions...waiting for the break of day in the hope the hyenas will stop pestering...cursith art thou fathers cock-froth festrith...I fornicate with a member of your close kin in a loving,passionate yet hurtful way when i spread the hay-fever to half your village after a night out Johnny-caking...i was going to sketch a quick pentagram and the passerbys may have guessed thats what i was drawing that one day at the archaic marketplace several lifetimes ago...but i was drawing a septegram...much more powerful symbol when your distant ancestor traded 2 chickens and a boomerang for a colorful gourd that would lead to your demise...HULLCRUX SEPTICURTH HULLCRUX SEPTICURTH HULLCRUX SEPţICURTH....dareth thou i̟͖͟n̶͖̲̠̻͉̯̪vOk.e wrath of a gingerwiţch...HSSSSSS HSSSSSSS...i roll 13 on 2 dice...release a poultergeist...it floated by it was cold as ice......MYSTIPLUMe PSYCLUSTICULT....we got them "thangs" home-slice....we be up in this bitch smoking "that bush"...we crossed it with purple murder face...very smooth...very mellow.....THOSE NAZIS DO ℣OODOO...they eat babies.....YOU BABY EAting monster....voice in my head is so clever you must be pulling some reverse witchcraft dejavoodoo on the technology box with your sound to symbol language patterns....strategically placed images on screens combined with subtle low frequency waves to influence my behaviour in such a way im off-kilter come game day....well i have news for you sonny-jim....i adapted my training to include 10,000 daily squat thrusts followed by 17 hours of brazillian jiu jitsu...its still fresh in my cerebral cortex...plus i carb-loaded with a quarter gallon of maple syrup and diabetic squirrel piss...i go WOOOO like rick flair home-skillet..crazy on those squat thrusts...like a humming bird son..i have a 1000 mg caffeine enema on standby for that moment 47 seconds before ninjas and the swat team plus seal team 6 and every yellow power ranger come "bussin" at me.....you got beef home-knee-hiyagga...I prepare for battle by masterbating 7 times to fart porn turned loud as possible then taking
a 2 hour nap.lets squash this beef...swing first...come at me bro....i throw my spear into your future ancestors tractor beam and mess off their nitrogen isotope converter...costing them a cool 80-k....and then me and the village shaman have a good laugh about it and stir fermented mushrooms into a copper cauldren alonside thornapple,ayahuaska and peyote with basil and cinnamon to taste...very low carb...then we train lats and cardio....im a fool on that stair stepper .....KURSITH ART THOU........blood fart.......https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BtV4QN4UPok