My father trained me, then I came of age and challenged him to a duel to take leadership of the pack. I defeated him, and am now permitted to fuck my mother. Such practices are common in these lands.
When touched by someone who isn't the owner, the wallet self-destructs causing a dust-cloud, which when the contents are inhaled, causes the victim to have an unchallenged appreciation for human rights. Since in Northern Ireland no one is equal, wallets are no longer made. Why our wallets are like this is one of our country's biggest mysteries.
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its a sex injury: im missing my left ear. dont ask.
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