STORY SO FAR...(Correct me if I missed anything)

Today I found a black leprechaun and white wife playing D&D at michael jacksons house of flying daggers, jack hammers, and empty vodka bottles. The next day he stole my house and sold my children to the Jamaican Mafia. I was relieved because I hated my beaner children. Especially the one suffering from lupus but i love the euros recieved for my left kidney that I ate onstage at (Where was left out). it tasted like boc's left nipple when in reality it was like Lucifus's left nut. No one really cares about how I feel when I have only a little bit of dirty ass to keep me from playing with my penis while i watch a nude barney quietly licking some homeless bum, whose dog was molested by KAA staff who had problems with his personal flying programming monkeys hit h game. If you think thats weird try raping some bros and ejaculating in cans of tuna while playing with...

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