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Thou a foolish wench, thou a, thou a foolish wench.

Thine faeces cray.

The temperature in this vicinity has dramatically increased, so remove all of thy garments

One possess that boom boom pow, these hens preventing my swagger.

Spacecrafts were manufactured to defy gravity & reach the outer limits of the solar system, raise thy hands and connect with the atmosphere.

Art thou mad... Or nay?

I hath travelled the globe, I do not speaketh thy language. Alas thy buttocks do not need explaining.

These wenches cannot commit.

Thou art aware with what thou shouldst do with thy plump posterior. Wiggle wiggle wiggle.

Wouldst the genuine Slim Shady kindly arise?

Thou art descending. I doth proclaim, "Timber!"

His palms doth perspire, his knees feeble, arms doth weigh in excess, vomit hath appeared on his garments already, mother's Italian cuisine.

thy haters shalt hate hate hate hate hate, alas I shall merely shake shake shake shake shake.

My tropical South American snake doth not request nothing unless you possess baked goods, wench.

Bang Bang into the vicinity, Bang Bang all upon thee, Stopeth a minute allow me to haul thee there, Stopeth a minute 'til thee.

Last Christmas I gave my heart unto thee, alas in the 'morrow thou discarded it to another.

Bitch don't kill my scribe.

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