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| Do you know what I love Ling Ling Bathry? | |
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| No Lord Jesus, what do you love the most? | |
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hot sauce, G-Unit, Arnold Termite too, them niggers are dead.
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| Not the most, that's a bit extreme, but anyways--what I love is the rain and sunny weather. That is what I love. | |
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| I love what you love Lord Jesus. | |
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Hang the Media assassin. Harry Palms, that greedy Jew Nazi conspirator.
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| And that is why you will always be my adopted Chinese daughter whom I sin every night under my King size sheets. | |
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| I guees. I don't know. Or maybe I do it just feels weird and sexy. | |
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