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Philanthropic Misanthrope.
How to say nothing with a large vocabulary.
Saturday, 3 October 2009
Veisalgia.
That's an awesome word right there; veisalgia: Feeling like dick after drinking too much. That's what I have; in abundance. All over my shop. My shop is like... veisalgia.com; selling death and pain for a pittance.
Want die now.
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This is why no one likes you.
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