from Lucifer at the Starlite Here s my bright idea for life on earth better management. The CE has lost touch with the details. I m wort as much, but I care; I come down here, I sho my face, I m a real regular. A toast To our boys and girls in the war, grindin through sand, to everybody here, our hos who s mostly mist, like methane risin"
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