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from: Mugtoe
207.136.48.249
1/19/00
8:59:03 PM
That motherfucker's ugly as sin on Sunday. If he weren't, I wouldn't even talk to his sorry ass. He's truly synchronous and can match me unit for unit. Almost all the real killas are feedin the worms or eatin state issue groceries now. I'd send myself on home about now if it weren't for the fire KO lights under my ass. Goddamn, just get me out from under the heel of the State, and I ain't lookin back. I'll be SA bound on a raggler basis. Lord, give me a haggard, "I don't wanna be bothered with ya" PO this month. Please.
And please send God back to the Ranch. I gotta have somebody to fuck with. It ain't fair. I'm about to email Rev Phelps and tell him I wanna have his love child if shit don't start lookin up for me.
My blood chemistry's been too tame for too long. I'm bout to cum uncundered. I've just about lost my snap.
And rid me of this scoundrel beast up north. Where are those yankee bitches? I wanna cut somebody off at the knees.
