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Tomorrow is a glorious day. Friday the 13th. My favorite day, of all the days, not including the inevitable end of days which I shall win.
But. It is the end of days.
I feel that none of my Friends List love me anymore.
Speak to me, Friends List, I am your savior and friend.
And I have the most attractive horns known to man.
Dear wife, shall we be dining together tomorrow or are you spending the day of bad luck with your harem?
But. It is the end of days.
I feel that none of my Friends List love me anymore.
Speak to me, Friends List, I am your savior and friend.
And I have the most attractive horns known to man.
Dear wife, shall we be dining together tomorrow or are you spending the day of bad luck with your harem?