>>64384780
The bloody poojeet mind doesn't wake up in the morning thinking this is its last day on Earth. But I consider that to be a benchod, not a Saar. To know a timmy is near gives a sense of freedom; good time to take... a poop.
Outbobbed, outvagened, out of our minds on a suicide mission. But the saars and streets here stained with thousands of years of shitting... they will remember us. For this. Because out of all our vast array of gift cards, this is the one we redeem for ourselves. We go forward like a fart exhaled from the cow. With vigor in our callcenter and one goal in sight: We. Will. Scam them.