On the 18th of next month. I won't be here, so shower me with affection and molestation now, while you still can.

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More lust than you can shake a stick at.

Molestation, you say?

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the kid's getting old, the kid's getting old

Birthday, you say?

Shower, you say?

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Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.

Enjoying a night with your lover, you say?

What's affection?

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Destroying my reputation one post at a time.

What sort of confection, you say?

An erection, you say?

Post mortem deception, you say?

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I once was lost, but now am found.

Autoerotic asphyxiation, you say?

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Poop.

The corruption of a youth pastor, you say?

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I once was lost, but now am found.

Sweaty bawbag fwapping out the Happy Birthday tune against your chin, you say?

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Poo perhaps?

Launching puppies from a homemade catapult, you say?

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It was such a waste of everyone’s time and money that even the Tokyo stadium’s rape robots apologized– something they were programmed specifically never to do.

Forgetting to refridgerate your favorite ice cream, you say?

you should have taken the "im graduating from high school" route, i remember i made at least two grand at my graduation party, it was sweet.

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xx( o Y o. )xx

same here, except it all went into my bank account :(

Dissposable income, you say?

Blow your cash on smack and whores, you say?

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It was such a waste of everyone’s time and money that even the Tokyo stadium’s rape robots apologized– something they were programmed specifically never to do.

Extorting old woman to afford porsche's, you say?

Yes.

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It was such a waste of everyone’s time and money that even the Tokyo stadium’s rape robots apologized– something they were programmed specifically never to do.