Hey there dipsh**, do the match, s**ing spit to take a bath. Political birthed control, find another glory hole. Every minute fools are born, greasy skin won't be torn. Sign me up to disappoint and lose the so-called focal point. Let's burn the dead money of the grand(father's) theft. Enter troll: Can't appoint [Blank stare talking point]. Telepath the aftermath and find another psychopath. Ex-troll, his head is swoll s**ing soul on cruse control. k** the kids that eat to morn and film some more two-party p**n. Let's burn the dead body of the old left.