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BEAMING!

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Stanking bitch 'hoe! "Ignut ass" fallen wo/man. CONGENITAL - PATHOLOGICAL LYING PERVERT!

"GET THEE BEHIND ME sATAN!"

First of all , "stanking-hoe-lying-demonic-cunt-slut-bitch" YOU DID NOT WIN! You and that lying muthafucking trump be bragging about winning. You two lying cretins ain't winning shit. EVER! NEVER! Your fucking demonic souls are on fire  and you two buzzards are stil bragging about your imaginary wealth. 

So!?

Remember this song,  bitch? Yes, I'm pretty sure this is the song I performed to as a MAJORETTE FOR THE E. E. SMITH GOLDEN BULLS!

You little nasty troll, threw some of your "dust"  on me. My knee "swoll" to the the size of a basketball. Cool bitch! BACKFIRE! 

 I still did something you never could. You had a baby at sixteenth! I WAS A MAJORETTE!

FUCK YOU VERY MUCH,  OLD YALLA BED WENCH WHITE MAN'S 'HOE! Low, maggot for satan,  you could have used those eighty-seven years to improve YOUR FUCKING SELF,  instead of targeting the entire family and legacy of JEROME WALTERS!

 If your lazy, vacuous, anti-intellectual , immoral ass , had ever bothered to read the Book you fronted with , you would have never lived such a horrid life.

"The Sea of Forgetfulness!" Bitch! The Book says YOU MUST REPENT! 

Yes, I am laughing because you pretended to withdraw your love, your low common ass never gave me, never gave us.

BITCH!  In order for me to to approach the combined stupidity of you and trump I must undergo a frontal LOBOTOMY, while in a coma brain dead .

Yes,  I'm BEAMING  because your bullshit is still BACKFIRING!

"COME YE OUT FROM AMONG THEM!"

"REVERSE THE CURSE!"






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