

Tuesday AfternoonGOD: Next, please.Tuesday Afternoon
MAN: Yes, hello again.
GOD: I'm sorry, my memory fails me. Which one are you?
MAN: Well, I was Martin Fry.
GOD: I'm sorry, those records are terminated. What's your number?
MAN: Eleven thirty-one.
GOD: No, no, not your queue number. Your executive number, the eight-digits.
MAN: You expect me to remember that?
GOD: Well, it is within the seven plus-minus two limit, which you should achieve if you've reached up to level one. Or, are you the reincarnation?
MA
ohai
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I'm sick of shaking never waking from this hell I achieve.
I never new you till you left me with the crying disease.
Your brain is faulty wiring the reason for tireing.
Keep treating the curse, imagine worst.
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What's up my ninjas?
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I'm sick of shaking never waking from this hell I achieve.
I never new you till you left me with the crying disease.
Your brain is faulty wiring the reason for tireing.
Keep treating the curse, imagine worst.
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I´m taking Real Life Commissions. Send me a note
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What's up my ninjas?
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I´m taking Real Life Commissions. Send me a note
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What's up my ninjas?
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I´m taking Real Life Commissions. Send me a note
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Only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love...
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What's up my ninjas?
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