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—So, your Baby it’s turning 30?
Le comenta Toutankhamon a Elvis Presley en un banquetazo donde un degenerado planeaba el robo y/o la desaparición del mismísimo ∴ Carrusel del Louvre ∴
Fucking wind… as fickle as a
champange fart Champagne fart… ¡Pedo champañero!!!
That‘s it. That’s the only thing that Eye can recall from the person that passed through here; that, and the terrifying echos of ROZ’s daughter L.A.U.G.H.T.E.R.
H.O.L.D. it D.A.R.E., requested the agent from Zebra Crossing and Verbo’s Investigators*, L.L.C.,
and then, at the R.I.S.K. of sounding like a Mexican grillo, the agent from
Zebra Crossing and Verbo’s Investigators*, L.L.C.
noted that the dinosaur tracks were missing.
Are you 100 percent on them terrifying Echos?
—Oh, yeah, that was some funny shit, the Güey that them MO.re.NA.n’Gelistas managed to fit all’them Mexican Dinos onto an Ark inside of a cube.
—Stop the machine, what do you mean
“an Ark inside of a cube” WTF?
Are you’H.I.G.H. on that free sparkling water that the frogs squeeze out of the tracks of the RER A t.e.a.r.s. at Les Halles, man!