They who by which one ascends to the 33st degree of masonic builder, they whom gaurd the entry to the higher levels of illumination, said unto me, these words. Ye who art a douche, yet seeks another who is also a douche, but more so. Before you is a great undertaking, simplicity is to not be trusted, for it is the art of the fool, complexity is not to be a status lest you stumble yet further into douchedom forever cast away from the bearer of lite, beer. Cuz your fat. To which I said from my spirit, through my voice, ye are fatties that dine on 7-11 burritos and inbibe the beetus juice. Henceforth speak of my quest only, to expedite it's completion to bring glory to God , the creator, of legos. Side note, they love when you talk like that, no clue why. And Masons love some Lego's, again, no clue. I digress, moving forward, using all my breath, making love to jews is always second best. I'll make a pilgrimage to save a cucky @mick, just so I can once again, punch him in the, tibia, or metatarsals, whichever. Go the bossy, fatty masons instructed. Post to the hammer of many cucks, a song about gaining altitude, that you may be blessed with the advantages it provides, and part with no less than 3 but no more than 5 belongings, dear to your heart. Your journey will begin, blessed hopefully, before you turn to make it your sole endeavor, this day, departing from this, temple in which you seek counsel and found that which you sought. Travel now,safe,intentionally. In the eyes and ways of the Lord of Creation. When they say that, they mean Satan, I mean Yeway, it's been an issue in the past. But whatever. The song speaking of altitude is this post, y'all feel free to kick some in, remember, this is for @mick, to free him from the binds of death, that he may live again, so I can merk him again. Shitposter assassin style. Oh, the 3 things were c notes at the strip club, the hoes said hello, I told them y'all said the same. Post away