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I love the smell of Vietnomelette in the morning!
Some folks are born, silver fork in hand. But when the wait staff comes with the bill, lord the purse looking like a rummage sale.
You killed your appetite by drinking too much agent orange juice.
Blood stains, speed kills Fast cars, cheap thrills Rich girls, fine wine I’ve lost my sense, I’ve lost control, I’ve lost my mind
imagine serving this up to pop pop and getting that thousand yard stare. poor guy
AI slop. Get this shit out of here.
Waist deep in the big eggy and the big fool said to push on
