It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. It was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness. It was the spring of hope, the winter of despair, the summer of love, and the fall of the house of Usher. I built that fucking house with my own two hands. And still it fell apart. Whatever.
They're sharpening their knives behind your back even as we speak. Eat me.
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Words never suffice
Feelings seem real
We sit puzzled
inte visste jag att SAPA hade en filial i Falun...
Feelings are real.
Aren't we all?
I taste like chicken.
They rhyme with mapa.
Remember a long time ago when Sammy posted a picutre of a duck's ass? And then we talked about rum? Those were good times, man. Goooood times.
On another note, I agree with Buffer completely.
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