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My luck Ill get famous alright, like Charles Whitman,LOL. After I fly you to Texas and come back from Portland I have to go down to St. Louis and give Sam the Egg a big sloppy kiss. LOL
*Patiently waits for Sam to tell The Creeper to fuck off*
I know hes out there somewhere. HAHA
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I was not born to live a mans life, but to be the stuff of future memory.
3 can keep a secret if 2 are dead.
I've never been nice my whole life....but, I'll do my best to be sweet.
I keep my standards low, so I'm never disappointed.
The next words out of your mouth better be some Mark Twain shit, cos' I am going to be chiseling it on your tombstone.
Trample the weak, Hurdle the dead.
Forgive your enemies......after they are slain.
The God I believe in aint short of cash mister.
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