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[Copypasta]Kangaroos vs Uruguayans
This does not change the fact that in Australia there are 48 million kangaroos and in Uruguay there are 3,457,380 inhabitants. So if the kangaroos decide to invade Uruguay, each Uruguayan will have to fight 14 kangaroos...
This does not change the fact that in Australia there are 48 million kangaroos and in Uruguay there are 3,457,380 inhabitants. So if the kangaroos decide to invade Uruguay, each Uruguayan will have to fight 14 kangaroos...
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gamer head: on
knuckles: cracked
gaming goggles: on
arms: stretched
gamer girl pee: drinked
girlfriend: none
gay best friend: invited
wife: beaten
wife: cheated on
daughter: abandoned
child: destroyed
your mom: fucked
rockets: launched
funding: secured
anime: loved
Japan: nuked
HIV: positive
blood: donated
American genocide: denied
milf: hunted
milfs: lewded
babies: yeeted
emerald splash: deflated
society: segregated
Israel: destroyed
heroin: shot
milk: consumed
mother: donuted
father: robbed
identity: hidden
traitor: kakyoined
Italian drug trade: monopolized
masters: awaken
Caeser: killed
left wing: destroyed
lib: owned
hog: cranked
pants: shid
bottom: text
top: text
Hotel: Trivago
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Duke: Nukem
cer: armic
balls: crushed
balls: ligma
the imposter: sus
sussy: balls
Gucci: gang
Delivery: Digiorno
Peterbilt: gassed
Half: life
pog: gers
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