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satanic goatslayer
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Unsigned, of course.
At least have the balls to sign it.
Karma is my life blood. When I get negative karma, the downward spiral begins.
Shortly after I received the karma, the vein in my neck began to pulsate, and I was taken to the ER, diagnosed with a "mini-stroke."
I have lost all sight in my left eye and my genitals are numb.
I came home from the ER and my dog pissed on my leg, then started chomping on my lifeless crotch. He must have checked my karma while I was out hitting myself in the head with a mallet.
What do I do to appease the karma gods and right this terrible wrong?
Do I post a pic?
Take my lady friend apple picking?
TYPE LIKE THIS?
Surely I don't know. Hopefully soon the neighborhood children will stop slaughtering my flock, and normal life will resume.
I went to the post office to send some letters off, and when I got there, the postman elbow-struck me in the face, then began to stomp on my mouth.
He said, despite the fact that I had huge tracts of karma, this blemish on my record indicates a flaw in my character, and that it was the job of the postal service to rectify the situation.
About a half dozen more mail carriers came out with sickles and chains, and began to strike me down until I snorted a rail of coke that I had with me and I ran away.
I hope that we meet, so I can show you the damage your inconsiderate nature has caused me.
Good thing I'm keepin' the faith.
At least have the balls to sign it.
Karma is my life blood. When I get negative karma, the downward spiral begins.
Shortly after I received the karma, the vein in my neck began to pulsate, and I was taken to the ER, diagnosed with a "mini-stroke."
I have lost all sight in my left eye and my genitals are numb.
I came home from the ER and my dog pissed on my leg, then started chomping on my lifeless crotch. He must have checked my karma while I was out hitting myself in the head with a mallet.
What do I do to appease the karma gods and right this terrible wrong?
Do I post a pic?
Take my lady friend apple picking?
TYPE LIKE THIS?
Surely I don't know. Hopefully soon the neighborhood children will stop slaughtering my flock, and normal life will resume.
I went to the post office to send some letters off, and when I got there, the postman elbow-struck me in the face, then began to stomp on my mouth.
He said, despite the fact that I had huge tracts of karma, this blemish on my record indicates a flaw in my character, and that it was the job of the postal service to rectify the situation.
About a half dozen more mail carriers came out with sickles and chains, and began to strike me down until I snorted a rail of coke that I had with me and I ran away.
I hope that we meet, so I can show you the damage your inconsiderate nature has caused me.
Good thing I'm keepin' the faith.
