

How to Solve Hunger in AfricaAlright...So a couple years ago my friend and I were dreadfully worried about the starving africans...So we came up with a fool-proof solution. First...We need the help of the Red Cross and others willing to go to the furthest extremes, for of course this is a very serious problem. Once we find those people we send them over to Africa, the most populated zones with worst problems. Our Red Cross friends will set up shelters and kitchens for the starving African people. The first week of meals will consist of mainly beef and pork products, however late at night when all are sleeping our Red Cross friends shall abduct a few Africans,How to Solve Hunger in Africa


Thoughts of the Emo Poser.Darkness...It engulfs my soul...Darkness...It is my life....Darkness is that which torments...Darkness...Is my home...Darkness...Is my pain... Pain...Is my pleasure...Pain...Comes from those with in the light...Pain...Is something few truely know...Pain is a production of ignorance... Ignorance...Dwells with in those filled with bliss...Ignorance...Inspired the cause... The cause...Is the reason I dwell within the darkness...Except for when I need more black hair dye and another razor....Thoughts of the Emo Poser.


I'm coming out: I'm straight Mom? Mum? Can I talk to you?I'm coming out: I'm straight
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