you want to be a Colonel
you
little
poppi
pipi
papi
dad
wraped up
in a filet
one piece of
shredded meat....
Sorry
we do not make
any more Gaddafi
these are old school vigitt brigit
you need to have three sars in
the xBox
game
torture
for
handred million points
bee itchy vegi table digital
brigit....
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