Damn it, what should I do if my gay friend comes back from the battlefield with a dead body?
Damn it, what should I do if my childhood sweetheart and childhood sweetheart is a psychopath with necrophilia?
Damn it, they are together, together, together, actually together!
Hey, why does that dead body look so much like my ex-lover's Kaizi?
He is not going to say these words to a man who is highly regarded as a prosecutor of the British Empire for his promising future, public spending and no upper limit (cross out)!
It wasn't until Christine walked past the window for the 138th time holding Babel that our great and excellent executive officer of the British Empire burst out with the Nth roar in history: "Damn it, you've had enough shopping. This is a toilet, not a kitchen!"
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Extra small theater
Dominic: I, Nick, am a typical good public servant of the people. I have devoted my life to leading gay friends to make love...
The author's intrusion: But when he turned around, he found that his wife had been robbed?
Christine: Are you sure he has a wife?
Dominic: No one can be broken down.
Author: It's okay, it's okay, Nick doesn't cry, you still have me!
Dominic: I like flat chests.
The author raised the knife, stabbed into his chest, and took out two pieces of silicone under everyone's surprised gaze.
Author:ヾ(●ω●)ノ
Dominic: I'll stay single forever.
(After the theater ends)
Babel: Does anyone still remember me?
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This article is funny, don't be fooled by the lofty beginning, although this article is indeed lofty - the author is narcissistic...
The main CP is a pseudo-pervert with a sudden change of style in one second. He looks at his face and is beautiful.