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The tempestuous vacillations of simony, or the inconsolable fissure 'twain compunction and piety (viz., the intrangible navigations betwixt 'prickestry' and 'non-prickestry') do indeed hark harbinger-like at my palimpsest nephronsoul.
I've well got your back. That's how I roll, yeah?
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Message boards are the last vestige of the spent masturbator, still intent on wasting time in some neg-heroic fashion. Be damned all who sail here.
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Originally Posted by Savage Clone
Last time I was in Chicago I spent an hour in a Nazi submarine with a banjo player.
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