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peace out gyatt queens and rizzlers
Konnte es etwa sein, dass, wenn man denselben Jokus an jeder Ecke nutzt, dieser irgendwann nicht mehr lustig sein würde? Kennste man das nicht von irgendwo? Egal.
"SPRICH DEUTSCH DU HURENSOHN" brüllte ich und dabbte mehrmals vor dem sichtbar genervten Angelsachsen.
I am cooked tuah crisp. I need tuah walk tuah gym, and talk tuah therapist.
I got tuah lock the ♥♥♥♥ in, and invest in some stowcks tuah make more money, and if I start tuah-king tuah more people, maybe tuahmorrow a baddie will give me hawk tuah.
I am so shock tuaht myself, because I have watched tuah much brainro tuah ruin my brain, and im gonna get mocked tuah oblivion, and told tuah touach grass.
I know it's probably tuah late for me, but I'm not going tuah worry, because I got a glock that goes tuah, and if my life starts tuah-oppling down even more, I'll pull tuaht trigger and fire twouah shots intuah my brain, or I'll jump intuah toaster bath and get shocked tuah death zapuah.
And Instead of spitting on that thang, i should be studying for my dang exams.