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'All she can do is dial and yell...'20041214
A Pox on Joss and the Record Company Bitch that Bore Her
My cat died.
He was eight human years old. He died yesterday and was buried early this morning. He was laid to rest in the body of singer Joss Stone. We cast her rancid innards aside and cradled the cat in her rotten, stinking soul-hole.
Where her heart should have been, there was only spoiled meat. Her intestines were liquid black; her baby machinery twisted and reeking of death.
Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and may perpetual light scorch the corpse of the soulless whore.
He was eight human years old. He died yesterday and was buried early this morning. He was laid to rest in the body of singer Joss Stone. We cast her rancid innards aside and cradled the cat in her rotten, stinking soul-hole.
Where her heart should have been, there was only spoiled meat. Her intestines were liquid black; her baby machinery twisted and reeking of death.
Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and may perpetual light scorch the corpse of the soulless whore.
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