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... sorry Daphne, you must think I am posessed by handocummofasto, the evil god of masturbation, but I am not. Maybe half of my brain is still asleep and I am writing this letter while I dream of

beeing stuck in a loop. Most often

including, well, guess what: masturbation.

Luckily some people can not

do it all day. So they code. For example

quality productions with pink unicorns or

reflections all over the place.

 

Empty spaces

and hypnoglow! All hail to the

glops!

Do you happen to know where I can exchange my many glöps for

some nice candy? Daphne, please tell me. I won't never write about masturbation again.

Love,
The President of Nigeria

p.s.: I found alot of money on my bank account, would you be so kind and

masturbate on it while

give me more money

so I can finally buy

a fully automatic

masturbation machine.

Dear President of Nigeria,

i'm writing you on behalf of the President of the United States. Please stop

sending me money so I

can be free without it. all those haters hate me because i get rich with your money. motherfucker. rich bitch. but you can send it to

bankaccount no. 1967 1248517