Check the facts,
this rhythmic contract
conspires to make me do just that.
19 tabs open in Firefox,
checking to see whether Fort Knox
is actually just the house of that guy from Charlie's Angels, the first movie, you know, the one with the guy, Sam something, I forget his name, who plays a character with the last name Knox
and the woman he dates is a total fox
except he performs the ultimate cock-block
by shooting a fucking rocket into his own mansion, the douchebag.
Anyway,
that's far more than enough from me today,
okay?
So let me say,
I pray
all is great
and I hope no-one shoots a fucking rocket into your mansion.
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