"This is the weather the cuckoo likes, armoured division submissive to vernacular the world into a gambling birdhouse velocity." - The Cut-Ups
as edited by Hunter S. Thompson:
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Shae shows up on foot is coming. As your attorney, drugs, confound each other Jared in the blame! Here's your chest, with a party gets high that we had to take the Cigar Man at six in the morning with me in the kidneys with me in heat. They wiped down anything that we do we do now, stops mass pigment OD from the truck helped. Just samples, confound each other Jared up on ether and the road J.R. Good... evening. My attorney was still too early to get out of terrorists known to happen but circumstances were full of cops.