*whistling wind*

[wirthling]

[Sprague Dawley]

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[Sprague Dawley]

Wirthling, it is I, Sprague, Sprague Dawley, practiser of safe social forii distancing and one of your loyal constituents from the borough of Cumsperm-Upon-Legge.

Respectfully, Dear Leader, these tumbleweed and whistling wind motifs do little to germinate the semantic narrative of a burgeoning online community that is humbly awaiting your liberal drizzling of omniscient male love seed all up and down the foriisphere to see it blosson into bloom.

It falls to you, Dear Leader, to drive the narrative, to shephard the hapless miniots of K8Land into their lifeboat, out clear off around the Cape of Good Cock and all the way over here to the idyllic safety of Nutsack City Limits.

[ej]

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[ej]

Aside from practicing safe postal distancing, I'm wearing a mask.

But think about it, guys: Don't we all wear a mask?

[Sprague Dawley]

Aside from practicing safe postal distancing, I'm wearing a mask.

But think about it, guys: Don't we all wear a mask?

Of course, the bosch have a word for it.

Maskenfreiheit, the freedom conferred by masks.

There's some sort of Zyklon B gag lurking in there but I won't go there just now as some might find it distasteful.