I hope my readers don't think I am jesting about the end times. I site my own desperation and sadness as signs of the apocalypse. I am death on a pale horse. If this isn't the end of the world then it has to be the end of me.
I wonder how fat I would have to be to spontaneously combust. I'm on my way.
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What you need is a good hose-down.
Suck it up you sissy priss!!!!!!!!!
time to dock a sub in the southern port.
Is that a euphemism for getting porked?
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