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Crap-o-matic. [Feb. 23rd, 2003|11:36 pm]
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[Current Mood |enraged]

Today, mom went into my room crying saying she was robbed. Something for the turd-parasite robbers:

FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!

Fuck you and your whole damned turd-parasite family. I hope your children will die early, most probably due to sickness (YES! SLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW PAINFULLLLLLL DEATHHHH!!!) I hope you choke on the food you bought with my mother's money. I hope something really really bad will happen to all of your generations. I hope you guys had an accident and lost your legs, arms, genitals and paralyzed. I hope you guys burn in nine hells and there is no way I'll ever forgive you. BURN FUCKING MOTHERFUCKERS!
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