Or at least it should be. Now we have wireless electricity. now we can power up through the air, by magnets and radios- its Tesla's dreams come true. a beam of electricity for you, and for you, and for your cellphone too. for your tv and radio, for your ipod and telephone (assuming theyre separate things)
So I've been playing on these wireless controllers for the ps2, praise jesus, and i couldnt help but think what are these waves doing to scramble my aura? if anything? i guess they dont have an effect, the FCC would've outlawed 'em buy now. not a typo. bis'm allah. I keep thinking these things would be the greatest if the congo wasnt raped to create it.
Kids, stop raping Congo.
No, she doesn't like it. Thats why its called rape.
I dont know why her name ends in a masculine "o". Ask her yourself.
She cant talk? take your dick out of her mouth and let her speak. Pick her up. Dust her off. Reassure its not all lost. When she cries, tell her lies. Tell her the world is made of flies, and if enough bug-off is sprayed the world will just disintegrate. a billion wings on half that of flies will ascend into the skies, revealing a soft and squishy core made of toffee (praise the lord). And if she giggles with delight let her rest up through the night. When the sun shines new again tell her it shines for her and then leave her alone because youve done more horrific things than what we've sung.
ew.
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