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Are memes an instrument?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, LMG mounted and ready, Glaz's spaghetti. He's not nervous, and the surface his is calm and ready, to defend bombs. But he keeps on forgetting how many ops he's downed, the LMG goes so loud, when they open their mouths the words won't come out. They choking now, the times up, over PLOW!
Lord Chanka



Fack off Baqir, stop stalking my inventory!