It may seem like today we have all fallen victims to a powerful curse or perhaps something so much worse. There are a lot of people in this sick sad world that just demented as they are perverse. They wonder freely though this entire universe. This has been channel nine news You have heard it here first. Now form our sponsors these words. Gateraide Go on Quench your thirst
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