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LOL 😅😂🤣 How🤷‍♂️ can 👦🏿Africa👦🏿 NOT🚫❌ get any water💧 when all they👥 got👉 to do💪 is👉 dig⛏ a 2️⃣✖️2️⃣ hole🕳 and 🅿️our💧2️⃣ water💦 🅱️uckets 🅰️t o🅿️🅿️osite c🅾️rners to Ⓜ️ake an infinite🔁 water🌊 source👍👌💯

STOP POSTING ABOUT AMONG US! I'M TIRED OF SEEING IT! My friends on TikTok send me memes, on Discord its ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ memes. I was in a server, right, and ALL the channels are just Among Us stuff. I showed my Champion underwear to my girlfriend, and the logo I flipped it and I said "Hey babe, when the underwear sus! HAHA! Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding DiDiDing!" I ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ looked at a trash can and I said "Thats a bit sussy!" I looked at my penis, I thought of the astronauts helmet and I go "PENIS? MORE LIKE PEN-SUS!" AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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She cried for a minute longer before regaining some composure. After a deep breath, she spoke again. "Please, help me. I've tried every form of manipulation possible! It's like he has decided Islam is... Bad, or something... I can't bear to see that loving look in his eyes any longer: I miss that endearing glare of fury he'd have when he came home from work, right before he picked up the nearest hard object. Can you help him see reason, Imam?"

"Take me to him," commanded Gareth. It was about time he got to use that scimitar.

Gareth Jinks lived a shockingly ordinary and mundane life; he was 27, single and worked in HR for Smeg UK. At least he got a nice fridge out of the deal. Not quite a company car. Tedium filled his days and a cocktail of rum and emptiness his nights. Gareth was nothing more than reality's pawn, listless and with no purpose beyond doing paperwork and eliminating black people's CVs from his inbox. Christ, but it was soulless.

That is, until Allāh came. "Mashallāh," whispered Gareth, admiring his new scimitar. Now an Imam, he truly felt connection and purpose. A knock at his door took his attention. Pulling the door open revealed a headscarfed woman, crying. "Imam Jinks, what do I do?!" she blubbered. "My husband doesn't even BEAT me anymore! In fact, he has said sorry and says I have my freedom! He won't let me bring up our child as a Muslim or anything!"