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Desolation: The Malignant Seven

Started by Ferris, February 21, 2022, 03:00:48 PM

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"We stop. It's sore."

Shut the fuck up.


shoulders

#668
A throng of cloven-hoofed dead-eyes gather around the freshly crowned Potato King, Martin Lewis, preparing their sewer-bound tributes, grey of jowel - the benighted, both ashen and awestruck.

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PlanktonSideburns

Quote from: Glebe on August 04, 2022, 06:24:26 PMThe ghost of George Michael strangles all twelve of your child support sprogs.

Fuck me, this one got me good

jenna appleseed


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