The Un-Men's Journal. August 7th, 2009:The pages are extended gutters and the gutters are full of shit and when the drains finally stink, all the weeaboos will get out.
The accumulated filth of all their bestiallity and sexual fantasies will foam up about their waists and all the camwhores and furries will look up and shout
''Save Us!''...
... And I'll look down, and whisper ''No.''
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runs to the safety of own mind
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Death had tried firey steeds and skeletal horses in the past and found them impractical, especially the fiery ones, which tended to set light to their own bedding and stand in the middle of it looking embarrassed
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SpEeD PHR33K~Silver Wolf
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Hurry up, I don't have all day!
Well, actually I do, but don't tell anybody.
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Be nice to everyone!
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das ist mir doch scheissegal
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