what if i told you it wasn't even gaussian
It's your jealousy, blurred into your picture, which reeks more than the noxious effluvium that is relinquished from the treacherous depths of the trench that lies within the central area within your soft, gelatinous ends of your upper, lower limb region, occasionally identified as a "gluteus maximus." You only could wish it smells as fabulous as my art looks. :)
I am correct, no?
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