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AnkushJamwal
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When all the wolves in wooly wigs have huffed and puffed and blew the bricks the skulls of Brooklyn's cruelest pigs will rain on Fulton's newest kicks as mulish swine of all surrounding counties sniff the gruesomeness we pass around the pineapples and pull the pins in unison I will gladly feed you to the breed who wants you sacrificed no pagan or sacrilege just bacon for scavengers I will gladly seat you with the chickens not the passengers hopefully the crack in his armor spreads to his avarice never that Wilburs multiply quicker the tribbles and hunted truffles in fist fulls but it was all bells and whistle bougie this or bougie that war pig or pussycat glitzy to the pork ribs had to gold-leaf the booby traps powder-pink double-breasted mess of mud and money will waddle off the fire to make his stubborn tummy wroggle and while I don't really know the working details of your tribes I know that that's one ugly fucking tie