CRACK ATTACK!
You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?
You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!? You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?
You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?
You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?
You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!? You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?
You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?
You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!? You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?
You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?
You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?
You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!? You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?
You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
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Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?You look and you look.
And look and look. And look and look and look.
And you look. Halfway through you forget what you were looking for.
Then you remember again, and continue looking. And looking and looking.
Well, God fucking dammit! Mary, Mother of Christ, defiled up the ass! By the floppy man-tits of Jesus our Savior! Where the fuck is your stupid lighter!? You bow down on one knee and begin praying to the sweet Lord Jesus. "Dear Lord," you begin solemnly. "Please show me where you're hiding my lighter. I swear I'll quit touching myself. Please...please, Lord. I love you."
Nothing happens. "WELL FUCK YOU, GOD!" you scream in impotent rage. "WHY DON'T YOU GO SUCK ON A BIG FAT HAIRY NUT SACK!"
Good going, sport. As if your soul wasn't already doomed to the fiery pits of Hell, you've pretty much sealed the bargain now. Well...Hell can't be much worse than not having crack. Crack.
You need some crack. Crack, crack, crack.
Where's the crack!?!?!?! You NEED some crack!!!!!! Crackity crackity crack!
Cracky crack crack crackity cracky crack crack crack!
Okay. Seriously, you need to smoke some crack. You do a quick inventory of the items needed to undertake this task. Crack? Check. Crack pipe? Check. Lighter? Hmmm...where the fuck is your lighter!?
