laupäev, 7. juuni 2025

"Do get Orwell, it's a Bastille!" wrote god.

* Cain, a mate, go get uni-maniac! Richard Dean Anderson obese? Bono's red? Nana Edd, rah! Circa in a minute go get a maniac!

* Oh, Sal, sign it, sign it, Sal! Reveille, cobra, Lunar Gateway, a wet, a granular Bocelli - everlasting. I sting, I slash, o!

* Drat, Sabaton! Drat, sad... am I? Drat, Eros! [dabs] Drat, Sum 41! Miami's bad. Drat, suck custard! [dabs] I'm a... I'm 14. Mustard's bad, so? Retard, I'm a dastard, not a bastard.

* "Revenue, I dare to... Oh, son, honor came, so, oh, choose Macron!" - "Oh no shooter, adieu, never!"

* Nile, big Nile, balladic. I use mask (cortisol face). Viveca, Flo, sit, rock! Same suicidal labeling, Ibelin.

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