User:R.A Huston

THERE IS NO EXIT
The glovebox is full of rotting ants at the moment, the line must be traversed. A crow 'pon my shoulder. Remember that there IS NO EXIT, no WAY no HOW! Y'understand? Everbody's doing my brand new dance now/C'mon baby, do the Loco-Motion

so THEY stole my sandwiches again... the ones with the chicken on the outside and vatrious thirf degree burns in the inside, with nary a button left to me to eat. i went the Shop, they decude i was IN a right mind enought to sell me more sandwicheds to et. I dont like the deposit i left with the bank int that box dealy they haVE IN THE VALT. IT SEEMED TO HASTY, BUT THE N I WAS SANDWICH DEPRAved and not of soun fmid nor body. after the bank we went home and made a taco deeelight, with mustard paste and anchovies to boot. it was nt gratifying in the laest and i promptlty made and excuse to visit the vomitorium, already full to gthe brim but my visit did nothing to overthrow the fascist regime they got going on downt there.

sincerely yours,

the doCTor of Truth.

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A Response for a LIAR
You, sir, are a resplendant fucking liar, no such person could do as you do. Take some pills and go away. Your kind is not welcome here. The glovebox is full of rotting ants at the moment, the line must be traversed. A crow 'pon my shoulder. THERE IS NO EXIT.