I think you're stalking me now, with your cum-filled shitbox and stupid hair that makes you look like a fat 1920's boarding school fag. It's fucking obviously not my coin, you thick arsed bitch. If I decide to start tokenising for my pension pot, everybody who thinks they're purchasing a coin will in fact receive three pieces of bog roll that my husband wipes his fingers on after he takes the bins out. I do like ordering the servants to rub dog turds all over the bin handles.
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