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Not that I wish to imply that you have been edging on the job. No one is more deserving of a goon, and all the gyatt in the world would have gone to waste until...
Well... Lets just say your rizz has come again.
The right sigma in the wrong place can take all the gyatt in the world.
So, wakemax, Mr. Newrookienova.
Wakemax and... Smell the (fanum) taxes.
You had a rough childhood, but you never gave up hope. You're a great husband and father, sometimes I even call you dad. I forever dread and weep, thinking of the day you will one day retire. I would sacrifice my own life it were the only thing that could puta smile on your beautiful face.
I was crying, bawling even, and I heard my glorious king exclaim these words, "PENILE_DRAGSTER_3940, THIS IS FOR YOU!" Not only have you changed the game of basketball and the world forever, but you've eternally changed my world. I love you pookie bear, my glorious king, NewRookieNova.