thank you for admitting "you know nothing" , now SIT THE FUCK DOWN !

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Got any other outs to sit down with? Since that chair is kinda a dead end with breathing problems.

you turn EVERYTHING "the fuck off" RIGHT NOW and maybe you live !

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I’m afraid that’s not an option. Only #Tim putting magic to work is the out to breathe.

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At least for deviant motherfuckers, fake rodent thugs and gringos.

FUCKINGDUMBSHIT

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Bite?

never for you

Not a good sense of humor to laugh?

Condolences

you're a 'ster (that isn't "sister") !

You don’t have any, but come, touch mine. It’ll get hard too. Pretend it’s your sister.

just stick to your incest porn whatever shit and let the adults handle your sensitive tender asshole !

Seek help.

hamster brain !

Don’t insult hamsters.

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we are not on a winky face level !

Yet comes hateful?

Thats kinda sick

how long for this "loop" , can tour hamster brain calculate something it doesn't understand ?

And nothing is, but what is not.

William Shakespeare, Macbeth

Life is what you make it. Celebrate it.

truth

how about older "juliet and romeo" , but make it happy ending :)

than suffocate !

Choose life. Cyanide is not the answer

you have a few weeks of this and then you will burn

there is no switching this around on me !

i have a large team

Teamwork makes the dream work.

Get working

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you're a 'ster (that isn't "sister") !

Touched the nelson did ya?

Did it get hard?

nah , you are done , there is no rescue !

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How the fuck would you know?

ultimately you are a #blatherbot !

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exactly !

they will be #99redballoons beat to death

Oh my, a comes dying type of deviance.

How fucked up are ya?!

another "loop" restart

How does your patient, doctor?

Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest.

Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart.

Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself.

William Shakespeare, Macbeth