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You kinda look like the suits n skoots guy from Incirlik. Y’know, over in turkey. Dude made a killing on those suits. And them skoots. He was the guy

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Life is procedurally generated. The render distance extends to the boundaries of my vision and to those I electronically interact with. You have no conscience, you’re a robot. Also, I have a great movie idea; a little boy crashes his tricycle. The accident puts him in a coma. Then, the apocalypse hits. After 37 years, he comes out of the coma. Boom. Then we cast a grizzled Jon hamm as the 40-year old toddler. There’s a montage scene that’s starts with jon dual-wielding rpgs as he walks toward a horde of undead before he says “goo goo ga ga you ♥♥♥♥♥♥ zombiez” and shoots their head off

If my girl👧😍 and my beyblades💯🔥 are both drowning🌊😦 and I could only save one😄☝️️ you can Catch me letting it rip at my girls funeral😅👻💀 Cause it's bey blade or catch a fade my ♥♥♥♥♥🙏👊 😠💯😭

I’m not allowed back in church after god caught me hotboxing the confessional booth. I told him “god, if you don’t want me smoking weed, then why the hell did you make this ♥♥♥♥ so dank???" god paused for a sec, looked me dead in the eye, and said “my son, im not mad at you for blazing it…I’m mad at you for not passing that ♥♥♥♥!!”