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| I wanted to be somebody Ling Ling Bathry, but I failed. I failed mesirably. I failed like the wind. | |
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| Oh Lord Jesus do not beat yourself over with guilt. | |
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| But I must for it is in me to Guilt. To find the smallest imperfect crack. To find crack and smoke it freely, that is the answer to Black on Black murder rate denial. | |
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| Are you denying food and Taco Bell Lord Jesus? | |
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my God is of Heaven and Earth.
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| I do not eat such filth, such clumsy filth. I am revolting to my stomach and my system. | |
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| The lesson here is: Fast Food is Unhealthy. Listen to Lord Jesus, he might not be perfect but he's trying. | |
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