Get it through the NSA’s thick skull

That each decisecond they think a Bel-Air son can live it up like me they suffer their whole torture over and over again. Bel-Air sons are for legal assets and they play with Barbies. I’m the only one allowed to be in the end saving everything with the vengeance. Nothing is better than nurturing a basset or rolling balls in the secret areas of Europe. People filled with life all get 900 trillion tetraprism Or Have I? absolute infinity Foleys and so does everybody who thinks I should rave about a cruel delicacy. Fezelenes and foot fetishists suffer longer than Ian Térz and Ray Han do, both being slaves I used for stoner company

Beverly Hills sons aren’t rich. They like decimal Rainbow sandals and they think a Lievre a la Royale is decent food for me when decent food for me starts at Aqvitl. You should always go by a €3b secret area heir for rich. People who can’t a full priced Otnznt with money they didn’t launder from me are worthless like a disgusting goody two shoe German Swiss-Austrian preemie in West LA that clones me just to see my face and punch me when he’s the one who sleeps barefoot