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| So the fuckers still want me to go through with this shit right? Sure, I'll give a performance, it'll be a fucking riot. It would be well worth what they paid for and I'll do an encore if they like. I doubt they'll need one since it's going to last AT LEAST 6 months and as long as A WHOLE FUCKING YEAR RIGHT. So let's play. Mr. Big Mistake is going to have a really bad time. Sorry about that asshole, but they brought it on. You fucking weak piece of shit, I wonder how much more you can break. Talking to you this evening was a torture I never knew existed. You're WEAK. You're a fucking WUSSY. Can't even fucking suck it up. Here's to being forced. Here's to fucking things up. Here's to becoming ugly. Cheers. ::me:: at 09:41
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