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Pics that make you laugh |OT4| Aw yiss. Motha. F*ckin. Reposts.

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Six. Sunrise. Steve snuck silently, silver stiletto shimmering. Steve scanned Stet's second story. Stet slept soundly. Steve scurried sans shoes, socks softly stepping. Steve slowly surmounted Stet's staircase. Silence, spare Set's steady snore. Shutters shut securely. Steve's screwed should someone see. Steve slices! Stabs! Stet shouts, stands. Steve swiftly severs Stet's shrill scream. Stet stumbles, sags. Stet slumps. "So simple...", says Steve.

"Stabbing. Seven Six Seven Sycamore." Sergent Smith's scanner squealed. "Sure, Smith?" "Sure, Sharon." Smith speeds south, siren shrieking. Smith sighs. "Stay safe, son."

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