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Posted on March 8, 2011 by rosspoetvassilev

by P. H. Madore I punk waddled that motherfucker right in the face this wasn’t a joke, no but really though I wanted you to know that I didn’t mean what I said you haven’t said a thing in days, … Continue reading →

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