The rolling thunder is less potent. For my money, you go with a permethrin job—you kill the roaches right there in front of God, and the client.
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It's (WHORE)'s dick shit.
“Hello, is this The National? Sup. Get Me The Inquirer? Thanks, Word. [Zzz.]
Yeah it’s me, it’s a Jackstar. Hold your applause, please, know we have time for that later. I got the whole story. I can give it to you on tape. 50 bucks exclusive rights, forever, this universe as well as other universes, as I can guarantee that, I can act as my own Apostille. Let the audio say “my own office.” No, it can’t be a hundred bucks, has to be 50. What do you mean, “can we negotiate downwords?” No I’m not gonna take five, has to be 50. Yeah I know it does seem weird— it is, because it’s a Sourceror trap. OK great that’s the deal you got the rite see you later now hang up go be someone’s else’s little bitch some where else *click* Ha! Ha! Ha! OK I’m spent let’s play cribbage.
I’m not gonna lie. They made me be a diplomat for a reason. I have a natural talent for the grocery deals. Just ask Trump and his non-homely daughter.