I pummel their groins with lead. Automatic machine gun fire can make mince meat out of anyone's birthday suit testicles. The ghosts of my late family drive my groin blasting delirium until there isn't a single prick left with one. Boozing has ran its course and cant seem to pull me out of this chapter of my life. No time to contemplate, some guy is
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