esmaspäev, 23. juuni 2025

Sit, it's America: lilac ire, mastitis.

* Eh? Cy: "Spades are retro!" Psychedelic Cup: Seven-One, Vespucci led. Eh? Cy: "Sport, er, erased a psyche!"

* No sweet arts, no medicine! Go practise Kama Sutra's art! USA makes it carpogenic, I demonstrate. Ew, son!

* No ride meets enamel, Bonnie. Torpedoman is in a mode "Protein", nobleman esteemed iron.

* Alf, ok, Roy went on foot. Ur andrologist is... eh... she sits. I go, lord Naruto of not New York, of LA.

* Smell acacia! Ma Jesus, it is so bad! I call it raw IQ. Aristocracy met sawed-off ode. Waste my car, cots! Iraqi war till acid! A boss it is, use Jamaica, call EMS!

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Debb, a hermit: "I'm rehabbed."

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