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Just do it
You don’t even need a reason
Let the flames destroy the skin on your ass
Mix the feces with the flames
Take a shit on a campfire
Throw it at the nearest civilian
Flaming fecal matter on their body
Screaming in confusion
Running in fear
Your hands are burnt and covered in shit
Your job is complete
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This language is bullshit
You think you’re better than me with your silent letters, motherfucker?
Proper grammar is for pretentious douchebags and cunts
American English is bullshit and so is every other variation
Take your proper punctuation and shove it where the sun don’t shine
I’m an American, I have every right to make up my own bullshit words
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What Are You Doing?
00:33
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Americock
00:10
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I’m an American and I have a cock
Just call me Americock
We are all Amcericocks and Americunts
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Albert & Daisy
00:14
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Albert is a pig
Daisy is a dinosaur
Despite this they are really good friends
Be like Albert and Daisy don’t let differences stop you from being with those you love
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Make Up Your Own Name Productions Latham, New York
Bullshit from a man with too much free time
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