Hump slaying

I have lapsed into laps of repetitive loin and sword. The offense was in my nearest rival, the imagination, coupled with a marriage to: boredom. If you don't have the best outright victory with condescension, then blame this touch on the culture of clones. It's best this way, to be a champion of complaints. Once plugged in, the four channels chime the effect, and everyone is supposed to be all, like, yeah. Surely you don't mirror this? Aren't you a one and the same? It took an ox. Crossing the country to sing a vibe that had little kettles and fewer droplets. Not one struggled to lift your knuckles from the font. But, were if one a pity-pal, then the blades wouldn't cut so well, and that tough part between the chin and shoulder wouldn't separate as easily. Liberation of heads requires more than a political soap, it takes a meme to undo the rites of villages and trademarks.

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