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In a land, in a land full of beautiful toe nails and hot women, a dragon sleeps quietly in the night, farting rainbows, and dreaming of a horse tasting like cream cheese with a touch of honey. His name doesn't matter because we call him The Bullshiter of Narnio. Forget what you know about bacon, because bacon is so fucking disgusting fucker. I think that bacon is best because cows smell like chocolate rainbows and rocky-mountain oysters marinated in your iguana's sour creamy taco. It tastes like having your mother's great grandmother's super special gross Super Soaker filled

 

In a land, in a land full of beautiful toe nails and hot women, a dragon sleeps quietly in the night, farting rainbows, and dreaming of a horse tasting like cream cheese with a touch of honey. His name doesn't matter because we call him The Bullshiter of Narnio. Forget what you know about bacon, because bacon is so fucking disgusting fucker. I think that bacon is best because cows smell like chocolate rainbows and rocky-mountain oysters marinated in your iguana's sour creamy taco. It tastes like having your mother's great grandmother's super special gross Super Soaker filled ass cream whipped with Four Loko

 

In a land, in a land full of beautiful toe nails and hot women, a dragon sleeps quietly in the night, farting rainbows, and dreaming of a horse tasting like cream cheese with a touch of honey. His name doesn't matter because we call him The Bullshiter of Narnio. Forget what you know about bacon, because bacon is so fucking disgusting fucker. I think that bacon is best because cows smell like chocolate rainbows and rocky-mountain oysters marinated in your iguana's sour creamy taco. It tastes like having your mother's great grandmother's super special gross Super Soaker filled ass cream whipped with Four Loko ice creams and

 

In a land, in a land full of beautiful toe nails and hot women, a dragon sleeps quietly in the night, farting rainbows, and dreaming of a horse tasting like cream cheese with a touch of honey. His name doesn't matter because we call him The Bullshiter of Narnio. Forget what you know about bacon, because bacon is so fucking disgusting fucker. I think that bacon is best because cows smell like chocolate rainbows and rocky-mountain oysters marinated in your iguana's sour creamy taco. It tastes like having your mother's great grandmother's super special gross Super Soaker filled ass cream whipped with Four Loko ice creams and a hint of

 

In a land, in a land full of beautiful toe nails and hot women, a dragon sleeps quietly in the night, farting rainbows, and dreaming of a horse tasting like cream cheese with a touch of honey. His name doesn't matter because we call him The Bullshiter of Narnio. Forget what you know about bacon, because bacon is so fucking disgusting fucker. I think that bacon is best because cows smell like chocolate rainbows and rocky-mountain oysters marinated in your iguana's sour creamy taco. It tastes like having your mother's great grandmother's super special gross Super Soaker filled ass cream whipped with Four Loko ice creams and a hint of a sponge and

 

In a land, in a land full of beautiful toe nails and hot women, a dragon sleeps quietly in the night, farting rainbows, and dreaming of a horse tasting like cream cheese with a touch of honey. His name doesn't matter because we call him The Bullshiter of Narnio. Forget what you know about bacon, because bacon is so fucking disgusting fucker. I think that bacon is best because cows smell like chocolate rainbows and rocky-mountain oysters marinated in your iguana's sour creamy taco. It tastes like having your mother's great grandmother's super special gross Super Soaker filled ass cream whipped with Four Loko ice creams and a hint of a sponge and jellyfish. Beware of the reaper and

 

In a land, in a land full of beautiful toe nails and hot women, a dragon sleeps quietly in the night, farting rainbows, and dreaming of a horse tasting like cream cheese with a touch of honey. His name doesn't matter because we call him The Bullshiter of Narnio. Forget what you know about bacon, because bacon is so fucking disgusting fucker. I think that bacon is best because cows smell like chocolate rainbows and rocky-mountain oysters marinated in your iguana's sour creamy taco. It tastes like having your mother's great grandmother's super special gross Super Soaker filled ass cream whipped with Four Loko ice creams and a hint of a sponge and jellyfish. Beware of the reaper and don't fear the

 

In a land, in a land full of beautiful toe nails and hot women, a dragon sleeps quietly in the night, farting rainbows, and dreaming of a horse tasting like cream cheese with a touch of honey. His name doesn't matter because we call him The Bullshiter of Narnio. Forget what you know about bacon, because bacon is so fucking disgusting fucker. I think that bacon is best because cows smell like chocolate rainbows and rocky-mountain oysters marinated in your iguana's sour creamy taco. It tastes like having your mother's great grandmother's super special gross Super Soaker filled ass cream whipped with Four Loko ice creams and a hint of a sponge and jellyfish. Beware of the reaper and don't fear the reaper's brother, Arnold

 

In a land, in a land full of beautiful toe nails and hot women, a dragon sleeps quietly in the night, farting rainbows, and dreaming of a horse tasting like cream cheese with a touch of honey. His name doesn't matter because we call him The Bullshiter of Narnio. Forget what you know about bacon, because bacon is so fucking disgusting fucker. I think that bacon is best because cows smell like chocolate rainbows and rocky-mountain oysters marinated in your iguana's sour creamy taco. It tastes like having your mother's great grandmother's super special gross Super Soaker filled ass cream whipped with Four Loko ice creams and a hint of a sponge and jellyfish. Beware of the reaper and don't fear the reaper's brother, Arnold, he has a football

 

In a land, in a land full of beautiful toe nails and hot women, a dragon sleeps quietly in the night, farting rainbows, and dreaming of a horse tasting like cream cheese with a touch of honey. His name doesn't matter because we call him The Bullshiter of Narnio. Forget what you know about bacon, because bacon is so fucking disgusting fucker. I think that bacon is best because cows smell like chocolate rainbows and rocky-mountain oysters marinated in your iguana's sour creamy taco. It tastes like having your mother's great grandmother's super special gross Super Soaker filled ass cream whipped with Four Loko ice creams and a hint of a sponge and jellyfish. Beware of the reaper and don't fear the reaper's brother, Arnold, he has a football filled wth a

 

In a land, in a land full of beautiful toe nails and hot women, a dragon sleeps quietly in the night, farting rainbows, and dreaming of a horse tasting like cream cheese with a touch of honey. His name doesn't matter because we call him The Bullshiter of Narnio. Forget what you know about bacon, because bacon is so fucking disgusting fucker. I think that bacon is best because cows smell like chocolate rainbows and rocky-mountain oysters marinated in your iguana's sour creamy taco. It tastes like having your mother's great grandmother's super special gross Super Soaker filled ass cream whipped with Four Loko ice creams and a hint of a sponge and jellyfish. Beware of the reaper and don't fear the reaper's brother, Arnold, he has a football filled with a bunch of bananas and big, hairy

 

In a land, in a land full of beautiful toe nails and hot women, a dragon sleeps quietly in the night, farting rainbows, and dreaming of a horse tasting like cream cheese with a touch of honey. His name doesn't matter because we call him The Bullshiter of Narnio. Forget what you know about bacon, because bacon is so fucking disgusting fucker. I think that bacon is best because cows smell like chocolate rainbows and rocky-mountain oysters marinated in your iguana's sour creamy taco. It tastes like having your mother's great grandmother's super special gross Super Soaker filled ass cream whipped with Four Loko ice creams and a hint of a sponge and jellyfish. Beware of the reaper and don't fear the reaper's brother, Arnold, he has a football filled with a bunch of bananas and big, hairy rainbows. He has a small item

 

In a land, in a land full of beautiful toe nails and hot women, a dragon sleeps quietly in the night, farting rainbows, and dreaming of a horse tasting like cream cheese with a touch of honey. His name doesn't matter because we call him The Bullshiter of Narnio. Forget what you know about bacon, because bacon is so fucking disgusting fucker. I think that bacon is best because cows smell like chocolate rainbows and rocky-mountain oysters marinated in your iguana's sour creamy taco. It tastes like having your mother's great grandmother's super special gross Super Soaker filled ass cream whipped with Four Loko ice creams and a hint of a sponge and jellyfish. Beware of the reaper and don't fear the reaper's brother, Arnold, he has a football filled with a bunch of bananas and big, hairy rainbows. He has a small item, a small penis,

 

In a land, in a land full of beautiful toe nails and hot women, a dragon sleeps quietly in the night, farting rainbows, and dreaming of a horse tasting like cream cheese with a touch of honey. His name doesn't matter because we call him The Bullshiter of Narnio. Forget what you know about bacon, because bacon is so fucking disgusting fucker. I think that bacon is best because cows smell like chocolate rainbows and rocky-mountain oysters marinated in your iguana's sour creamy taco. It tastes like having your mother's great grandmother's super special gross Super Soaker filled ass cream whipped with Four Loko ice creams and a hint of a sponge and jellyfish. Beware of the reaper and don't fear the reaper's brother, Arnold, he has a football filled with a bunch of bananas and big, hairy rainbows. He has a small item, a small penis, and a small

 

In a land, in a land full of beautiful toe nails and hot women, a dragon sleeps quietly in the night, farting rainbows, and dreaming of a horse tasting like cream cheese with a touch of honey. His name doesn't matter because we call him The Bullshiter of Narnio. Forget what you know about bacon, because bacon is so fucking disgusting fucker. I think that bacon is best because cows smell like chocolate rainbows and rocky-mountain oysters marinated in your iguana's sour creamy taco. It tastes like having your mother's great grandmother's super special gross Super Soaker filled ass cream whipped with Four Loko ice creams and a hint of a sponge and jellyfish. Beware of the reaper and don't fear the reaper's brother, Arnold, he has a football filled with a bunch of bananas and big, hairy rainbows. He has a small item, a small penis, and a small man who is

 

In a land, in a land full of beautiful toe nails and hot women, a dragon sleeps quietly in the night, farting rainbows, and dreaming of a horse tasting like cream cheese with a touch of honey. His name doesn't matter because we call him The Bullshiter of Narnio. Forget what you know about bacon, because bacon is so fucking disgusting fucker. I think that bacon is best because cows smell like chocolate rainbows and rocky-mountain oysters marinated in your iguana's sour creamy taco. It tastes like having your mother's great grandmother's super special gross Super Soaker filled ass cream whipped with Four Loko ice creams and a hint of a sponge and jellyfish. Beware of the reaper and don't fear the reaper's brother, Arnold, he has a football filled with a bunch of bananas and big, hairy rainbows. He has a small item, a small penis, and a small man who is locked away in