i am going to meet my fbi enhanced interrogator tomorrow monring via cisco, it's going to be fun,

i'm coming armed and dangerous, i went to petco, to look or rather snoop around, and i found something incredible, a monster, it was hiding beneath the third shelf to the bottom-center, includes documents pertaining to animal abortion, and destruction of sedating toolmaker it would be known to have sedated you into laughter not, to have sedation is not funny, it is at ted turner's manic-depression, not tiger woods elegant affair, nor charlie sheen's charming deadly hiv, where i walked in, asked if i could steal an ar-automatic, and did just that, to kill you scaries

actually, thanks to snoop's courier, for shipping to me from usps, to here, to conclude, I'm unhappy, woefully unhappy, terrifingly high, and terrifingly unhappiness was. and also, strangeness isn't, only was not. predating on works of sick authors, to force yourself into Best Buys.

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