Hello, we are not on table.

Hello, everybody's talking about the raw range 20s summer.

It's not happening so y'all can't look retarded.

It sure is there D-Dwan, whose life's retarded.

All girls just need 21 summer to get guns fucked all day.

They just wanted them sucking up in the end day.

Oh, y'all come in y'all, y'all come on.

It's so common.

It's true that myself, many loves getting, getting, getting, coming.

You know, Mr. Bean in the crowd bar till you're happy.

Bean in one all year.

And I might add bitches are still going in the back and greyer to the rear, to the city to be fucked all year.

But it's divided by all people we act.

To cove a job at my dust and dull, it didn't go back.

It shit's more about not liking people as opposed to safety and learning who is your friend's aunt.

It should no don't like you.

And if anything is slightly surfaced, level it then and let my subsow.

Marshall's gone to me after my cold draw.

And my two straws being entirely.

Then it seems it's totally the age where friends fall off it out.

Luckily everyone just breaks apart.

And you call the maid that is so much easy, like bribed bra or egg there is.

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