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Sandwich, Massachusetts, United States



Here's my twitter... Tweet tweet!
Hope all is well, happy new year. I’ve been diagnosed with Leukemia.
I've been taking Prozac to ease the nights. The lady next door is seriously wounded due to a shotgun blast to the pelvic region. Her family, albeit black individuals, have kindly entrusted in me a "kilo of brown dope". They told me to push it and "get my bread up". I'm going to smoke some.
At my funeral, play the song "Mr. Saxobeat" by Alexandra Stan a few times. Also - find my grave and dig up my body. I do not want to be buried. You can find my grave at plot 482 at the Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Glendale, California. Have someone eat my rotting carcass if possible.
Anywho, tell your family I was the one who sodomized your 13 year old dog. It wasn't actually a big expulsion of toxic fecal matter built up in his intestines that dialated his sphincter, it was me.
I have escorts arriving shortly, we'll speak soon.
With kind regards,
Michael Bonder