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- 15 de Abr, 2021
When Mr. Metokur dies I was promised potatoes would be grown from his ashes and sold to the masses to enjoy. I have waited patiently for years for Jim potatoes but the fucking weeb cripple keeps somehow dodging death
At this rate I'm afraid the potato nigger is going to out live me
At this rate I'm afraid the potato nigger is going to out live me