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报告翻译问题
2💥0💥1💥 9
IS FINALLY HERE
🍾🍹🍸🥂
Y'ALL KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
NO 🤢STRAIGHTS🤢 ALLOWED
🛑🚨🛑🚨🛑🚨🛑
👉 👬 👭 👬 👭 👈
ALL HETEROSEXUALS
🍆🍑🍆🍑🍆🍑🍆🍑🍆🍑🍆🍑
WILL BE EXTERMINATED
🔥⚡🔥⚡🔥⚡🔥⚡🔥⚡🔥⚡🔥⚡
ON SIGHT - NO EXCEPTIONS
🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀
SHARE THIS WITH 69 GAYS 🤡 TO FINALLY ERADICATE THE STRAIGHTS
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▶️ 🔘──────── 00:10
And let us talk about milk wagon drivers and grocery delivery boys.
Let us keep our feet in wool slippers and mix hot punches--and talk about mail carriers and
messenger boys slipping along the icy sidewalks.
Let us write of olden, golden days and hunters of the
Holy Grail and men called "knights" riding horses in the rain, in the cold frozen rain for ladies they loved.
A roustabout hunched on a coal wagon goes by, icicles drip on his hat rim, sheets of ice wrapping
the hunks of coal, the caravanserai a gray blur in slant of rain.
Let us nudge the steam radiator with our wool slippers and write poems of Launcelot, the hero, and
Roland, the hero, and all the olden golden men who rode horses in the rain.