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cya into the bayou!
-Roger
P.S. 24 ref?
I do it all the time.
☪ You say Miley Cyrus, I say Allah
☪ You say T-Pain, I say Allah
☪ You say Eminem, I say Allah
☪ You say Jonas Brother, I say Allah
☪ 92% of teens have turned to western degeneracy. If you are part of the 8% that still upholds the path of Islam, copy and paste this message to 5 other walls. DON'T LET THE SPIRIT OF ISLAM DIE!!!!!
The message contained a sonnet, an over-ripe banana, and hemp rope. With a few colds. Flaunting a pleasent lavander, And naked pictures de Lysander. His redwood sandles make trots, clots, and thoughts. Tuffs of dirt tossed into the sky as if it were raining mud. Flatys was found. Flatys was very round. Flatys made many sounds. All of which truly profound. 'Confound thee!' he roared. He then slapped a ♥♥♥♥♥.
there was a tin hand up his ass.