Me:
zeik dan niet
God:
Not many people express themselves that way.
God:
How old are you?
Me:
397
God:
Oh, you were born in the 20th century!
God:
I am glad to hear that you are death.
erreg slim issie niet!
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I never would have loaded up a 44 and put myself behind a jail house door if it hadn't been for love. Four cold walls against my will but at least I know she's lying still. Four cold walls without parole, Lord have mercy on my soul.
Laatst aangepast door ash-hôôle : 8 January 2006 om 16:12
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