in today's edition of Saying The Quiet Part Out Loud...
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I talk to niggers outside my window at night. They tell me stories about round squares and evil snakes made of dust and feathers.
Why do the gates of hell smell so much like donuts and confetti? Is it because the wolves are hungry for pizza again? I hope so.