The funny apparatus is smelling us with satire, you can see right away-the grip, the eye bulged angrily and the mouth opened with a trough
Alien flying saucers on the background of the Christmas tree
Some worm at the bottom of the screen crawled into the desktop
The art of smoking in solitude so begs for the desktop
The fork is equal to the saw, humor and satire, but where?
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