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Well, I guess the last entry didn't work out, because my powers of unholy corruption and the incense rectified from the rotting Ottoman empire have no power over the infernal force that is the internet. That's no problem, because I can take any of you jackasses in a game of 31. That's a high-stakes game of cards if you're not familiar, and if you aren't you should just go ahead and end your life you sack of shit. I might tell you about my landlord. His name is Harry Cornbread. He shows up naked at all of our appointments, which is quite dissapointing, as I hand-picked out a nice dominatrix suit for him. Because of his aforementioned, nudity, he never wears anything I suggest. What a douchebag. I'll cut his head off some day.
I'm going to fill my ass with superglue first. I have to keep the Spanish from getting into the gold chambers! MONTEZUMA DENIES ACCESS TO THIS SANCTIFIED ANUS, YOU DAMNED WHORES!
I think I might get the magic picture of magic right this time. In case you can't read, that's David Hasselhoff. And in case you can't read, you can't read this either, so go eat broken glass.
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YESSSS... MY CREATION WORKS!!!
I'm going to fill my ass with superglue first. I have to keep the Spanish from getting into the gold chambers! MONTEZUMA DENIES ACCESS TO THIS SANCTIFIED ANUS, YOU DAMNED WHORES!
I think I might get the magic picture of magic right this time. In case you can't read, that's David Hasselhoff. And in case you can't read, you can't read this either, so go eat broken glass.
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YESSSS... MY CREATION WORKS!!!