My son, back in the day when pigs where green and crocodiles migrated through the european savannah in search of Ford Automobiles to take their kids to school and Pinocchio wasn't a liar but instead owned a pawnshop and only accepted miniature magritte's, I saw god. There he was, standing tall, even though he was a Maori pygmee of course, but standing tall, and my son, do you know what he told me, do you?
He said, Banana man, pay no attention whatsoever to those who try and make sense in their words...
And my son, i thought to myself, the Lord has spoken, so may it be.
Now, go pull that girls skirt whilst you pick your nose and fart the national anthem all at once!
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vou voltar pró meu excel, e tu, toma os comprimidos...
ahaha bloody hillarious, bloddy piece of gonzo, old chap.
crocodiles migrating nao e assim tao raro. i'll prove it one day
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