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THE LAST CIGARRETTE!
DEDICATION
For Jungle Justice!
Hello? Since you think it's beneath your feet. Few people have ever imagined the wonders of our days. I knew a particular clothe making function sometime ago, present non-functional called "HANG TEN"; that of the shoe was called "TIMBER LAND." See, down here in Nigeria when we want to kill people; good boys and girls, we first become VULCANIZERS, BECAUSE THAT WORD WAS A STUPID WORD. Thereafter, we come to sell or shed their blood on the Cross of "JESUS CHRIST" by swinging round with heavy metal cans full of water on both end of the heaviest shoulder borne unbreakable tree; an Aboki function, so that they will die and go to hell, crying "no water!"
Down here, the Vulcanizers would simply twinkle round packing rusted cars by them, with suffocating neatly printed disaster sign, "FOR SALE." Then we break their legs by using auto Jacks and burst their brain by puncturing and repairing tubeless (obviously, brainless) tires! Uploaded by the side would have been this jungle justice tires uploaded for future evil, so that the same children would go and steal and we burn them with tires. So that I don't "smoke cigarettes" in a CORONA WORLD?
For Jungle Justice!
Hello? Since you think it's beneath your feet. Few people have ever imagined the wonders of our days. I knew a particular clothe making function sometime ago, present non-functional called "HANG TEN"; that of the shoe was called "TIMBER LAND." See, down here in Nigeria when we want to kill people; good boys and girls, we first become VULCANIZERS, BECAUSE THAT WORD WAS A STUPID WORD. Thereafter, we come to sell or shed their blood on the Cross of "JESUS CHRIST" by swinging round with heavy metal cans full of water on both end of the heaviest shoulder borne unbreakable tree; an Aboki function, so that they will die and go to hell, crying "no water!"
Down here, the Vulcanizers would simply twinkle round packing rusted cars by them, with suffocating neatly printed disaster sign, "FOR SALE." Then we break their legs by using auto Jacks and burst their brain by puncturing and repairing tubeless (obviously, brainless) tires! Uploaded by the side would have been this jungle justice tires uploaded for future evil, so that the same children would go and steal and we burn them with tires. So that I don't "smoke cigarettes" in a CORONA WORLD?
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THE LAST CIGARRETTE!
THE LAST CIGARRETTE!
