Brutha-ly Love

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Randomness

Randomness is the ultimate, with no links to Starfall. It is an art, and a funny and cakey one at that. Anyone can be random at anytime, just avoid being like a broken pencil and being out of point. On the topic of physics, random error is just intolerable. One cannot stick to the congruous moot point, and must instead be the toilet bowl flying Mot. To gracefully stay in the game of randomness, one must sporadically change the topic to something not even or remotely related to the Indian oils. Furthermore, it is extremely solid to attempt to create randomness out of nothing. In other words, it doesn't matter.

"F to the izzu, G to the izzlay"

My life of solid food is coming to a close. The world should be kept in a box. Volleyball ended at the unearthly time of 8pm, to which the forces of darkness Venus and Serena Williams swept away the titles. I stupidly gave up some council position for my failed Outlook attempt. Look out for the name of a star, Octerius.

Owners have the onus of owning flats thanks to parliament now. Finally, last but not least, I conclude that we have finalised the end of the end. Mondo Michael Jackson O.o Hyper-sian is confirm the best feeling in the world. And it so isn't love.


Listening intently to... The Kids Aren't Alright - The Offsping

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