I'm a B-O terroist. don't smell my pits or it's warm your globes. I got 10 toes. It rain's 'til it snows.
Hipsters taste just as good as any less apparently creative people.
From a culinary perspective rambling songstresses and jokers are delectible combination. I hope to corner this meal option in a dark alley.... but not too dark.
I ate Ralph's.
Then I ralphed.
Perhaps the top 1% would prefer widespread cannibalism over taxation.
You know they would.
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