Hey C-Lo! How's life treating you? I hope everything's going tremendously well on your end. You know, I only associate with winners, and I'm sure you're winning bigly. Let's make sure to connect soon and keep winning together.

Best regards,

~ Slade Krowley

It was Xmas time, again. Santa sat on his throne in the North Pole, shook his head and checked his list. “Clo is on the naughty list again, hes been awping mid on D2 again! More coal for him!” “But Santa!” His little elf sidekick Raichu exclaimed “Coal is bad for the environment!” “Hmm you’re right little elf Raichu, but what can we substitute for coal?” “I have just the replacement Santa.” His elf Raichu responded.

It was Xmas morning and Clo woke up early. He rushed downstairs to see what Santa had left him. He had asked peace on earth and a box of donuts. He ripped open the wrapper and box and inside was a fleshlight model of kitt3n’s cooter! It was HUGE! Clo gave it to his local foodbank. The smell turned all of the other food (even the canned goods) bad. Thousands starved. Xmas was ruined.

cuidate prima

“Does God want goodness or the choice of goodness? Is a man who chooses to be bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him?”

― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

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THE DAWN IS
YOUR ENEMY!

hey bro