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⠀⠀⠀⢀⣤⣤⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀
⠀⢀⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠉⠉⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀
⣠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⢤⣶⣾⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⠀⠈⠉⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀
⢸⣿⣿⣿⣏⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⢠⣤⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡀
⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⡸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧
⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⣷⢹⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⣀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⡇⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠘⣿⣿⣿⣿⠘⠻⠿⢛⣛⣭⣽⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠀⢹⣿⣿⠏⠀⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠟⠋
⠀⠀⠀⠈⣿⠏⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⠟⠛⠋⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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nick's wife called me and told me he passed away of liver failure. i knew his obsessive alcoholism would be the death of him, but not this soon. RIP nick, you never got to beat stick rpg 2 before you were gone.

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This dude’s balls are straight bussin. I used to stare at this guy’s manhood melons peeking through his gym shorts in the school cafeteria at lunch. I would stare down into my pudding cup - lips trembling at the thought that mere inches from my chocolate milk sat the largest pair of chocolate milkers in the tri-state area. Those bad boys could fill a mason jar on a single charge. To this day, I still get hot flashes and heart palpitations whenever I close my eyes and see them. I can’t stop picturing those big, brown, bouncy, round, bussy bumping boulders.

IF U WERE KILLED TOMORROW, I WOULDNT GO 2 UR FUNERAL CUZ ID B N JAIL 4 KILLIN DA MOTHA ♥♥♥♥♥ THAT KILLED U!


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WE TRUE HOMIES
WE RIDE TOGETHER
WE DIE TOGETHER