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𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚜.[/center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Js6ypd9.png[/img]

𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚌𝚞𝚕-𝚍𝚎-𝚜𝚊𝚌 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝 𝙱𝚎𝚎, 𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚜. 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚋 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚎 (𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚠- 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙼𝚛. 𝙹𝚎𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙱𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕.) 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍! 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔. 𝙰 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗. 

𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚋𝚜, 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎𝚌𝚔, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚋𝚘𝚡. 𝙾𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕! 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍!

[color=323030][sub]Honeycomb Lane is a eerie dead end in the town of Albert Bee, bum fuck Kansas. Honeycomb is filled with freaks, condescending, hateful, and nasty neighbors. When two of the houses came up for sale (One built up from scratch by money hungry constructors and the other left by a racist. Fuck him.) Wallet wagging realtors were eager to get paid. After your unsuspecting family attended a small showing, displaying the benefits of living the neighborhood you and your unfortunate family were sucked in! Thankfully another just as dumb family came along the same time so you had someone to suffer with your first week. A month now has gone by and your family has fell in to the routine like brainless sheep. Sometimes you grow some balls and don't read shitty books, and drink flavored piss water, have your kids spit on one another and all that other bullshit. Sometimes you wanna kill yourself, or sit in your basement and jerk off ferociously. Fuck, even that seafood place that gave you food poisoning is a relief from these fucking phone calls. The phone calls. The phone calls. 665-5609. The phone calls. The phone calls. The phone calls. Don't forget. 665-5609. Don't forget. The rotting body of the baby, split in two. One for me, and two for you! One. One. One. Six. Six. Five. Five. Six. Zero. Nine. Don't forget. Enjoy your new home. [/sub]

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