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Stilgar, you a master saberererer?

U kno

Poison table shirts and larecy rain junk Horder fight, with corncob departmental foreskin. But, skid eyelid metric air. Savy?

Part of the local young professionals group here they were looking at new ideas for events, you know... To spruce shit up. Well, one of the crunchy hipster bitches was talking about "sabering" and apparently you just open a bottle of champagne at events with a giant fucking saber... Like cut the entire top off. Well, they wanted someone to learn and become the official person to do it... So... As you may know... I'm see through white... But you have to be certified and shit and it's not easy... The official group is confrerie du sabre d'Or... Or... The brotherhood of the golden sword... My resume just became white as fuck. Anyways... I'll let you all know when I chop a bottle up and glass goes everywhere and the body count rises.

I agree with though not you is want for the back bunch softness telephone grated cheese sauce, right?

Probably with Pocahontas Warren sticker

Shut up nerd.

Probably because you were born in 92

You shut your fucking mouth

Ima catch a case.

Whole green pea ness

Pigeon?

Fractured butt whole.

It's not that bad.

He sucks

It was comical how differently the old dude treated me to the tinted gentleman after me.

Yah, in Reading it took 10 minutes.

How heavy are you these days?

Nah.

No.

Yadda yadda yadda... Obesity.

When someone would drop a box of toothpicks, I would immediately know how many were dropped. Also, 4 minutes to Wapner.

You won't.

Oh... Rip.