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(c) necromancer^smk
Collective farmers, bitches, everywhere. They look at my backpack when I
I’m on the subway [fuck you] and they ask me to punch them in tickets,
when I'm on the bus (I'm sure it's a cunning collective farm
trouble).
Collective farmers invented hemorrhoids and master Beaver - I learned about this
on the collective farm radio at lunch at work, and in the morning the collective farmers say
I heard about impotence on the radio. I am forced to listen to the collective farm radio,
so that I don’t get kicked out of work [I won’t be very upset] for
fucking - but Master Beaver really fucked me with his
linoleum, cement, wallpaper glue and bastard collective farm
in a voice similar to hemorrhoids in an impotent man.
The fly I just smeared on my monitor has been sent
collective farmers from the village, the view of which opens from my window.
They know that a fly can get into my hard drive and ruin it.
Fuck him. And my processor is running out of steam at higher frequencies
because of the collective farmers. Probably the freaks diluted the thermal paste with manure and
the processor is overheating. Flies live well with such
collective farm conditions.
Damn, they are only writing drivers for my video card now...
That's right, collective farmers. It’s good that the bastards don’t take money [and
here's a dick in their mouth]. Collective farm drivers are buggy and that’s why I’m
I'm nervous. Some semi-collective farmer slightly screwed up the BIOS so thatthe collective farm drivers worked, but what the hell happened.
Because the collective farmers are cunning and will kill whoever they want.
Fucked up in one word.
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