Have any of you niggers found out WTF is going on with shoutcast?
Over the past day and a half things have gone from many pauses to unable to
open radio stations to unable to open TV stations. They appear to have
renamed the online media sections and added arseholes online video. Cunts.

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Lunch was nice;

Infected hedgehog pussing boil and raven abscess marinade under diseased
poodle infection, dished up in a splashing bowl chock full of bloody carrot,
canned squares of kidney, crayfish and bone, melted butter, a side of chips
and a bottle of pus.

Gazwad wrote:
what's wrong with cunts??

* * * Y o u r . S h e p h e r d . A q u i l a . D e u s . ( d 2 0 0 5 x x ,
d 2 0 0 4 x x , d 2 0 0 3 x x , d 2 0 0 2 x x ), <aquila.deus@gmail.com>,
the nosy, clubfooted pimp, and buyer of old horses and dead animals, noted:

Are we talking about a well-trimmed, washed and rinsed cunt or one that has
had a days worth of piss and sweat all over it?

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Lunch was nice;

Loathsome crunchy handkerchief dregs and bladder seasoning on top of
malignant tortoise spew and lizard nostril topping, arranged in a bubbling
skillet brimming with home-killed specks of egg and bits of brussel sprout
in pustular effluent dregs, a side of fruit and a glass of smegma.

Gazwad wrote:
no difference - both are better than you, cunt!

Aquila Deus, <aquila.deus@gmail.com>, the stoloniferous, good-for-naught
hack, and buyer of old horses and dead animals, bitched:

I beg to differ.

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Lunch was nice;

Bad-smelling eel ulcer with tendon vinaigrette gross aside decayed fox
clitoris and camel canker extract, arranged in a turbid pot brimming with
fresh morsels of potato in salt water, a side of pickles and a gallon of
coagulated mussel soup.