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noi killed no one.
lies, I saw you kill Tech's mumLet me take a brief—well, perhaps not so brief—moment to set the record straight on a matter that, while never in question, feels worthy of the kind of thorough, unnecessarily exhaustive clarification that only the internet seems to inspire.
To whom it may concern (and, indeed, to those to whom it probably does not concern in the slightest): I have never, at any point in my life, killed another human being. Not once. Not accidentally, not intentionally, not metaphorically, not in a video game if we’re being pedantic about the semantics of “kill.” And before anyone rushes to say “Oh, but surely you’ve squashed a fly,” I will concede that I am not without minor insect casualties. But in the legal and moral sense that society tends to attach to the word murder, I remain completely, impeccably innocent.
Now, I understand that in today’s climate of online speculation, irony, and memes spun wildly out of context, one might feel the need to issue a pre-emptive statement of innocence about things nobody ever accused them of in the first place. Consider this that statement. I would never, under any circumstances, engage in such a heinous act as taking another person’s life. It’s not even a grey area. It’s not “complicated.” It’s not a “you had to be there” situation. It’s a clear, unambiguous “no, I have not, and no, I will not.”
In fact, if we’re really doing a full audit of my moral record, my transgressions tend to fall squarely within the realm of leaving messages unread for too long, burning toast, and occasionally forgetting to put the bins out on collection day. That’s about as far as my descent into chaos goes.
So, for anyone who might have been idly wondering—or, more realistically, for no one at all—please rest assured that I, Rían, am not, nor have I ever been, a murderer. I am, as far as both moral character and criminal record are concerned, entirely unbloodied.
Thank you for coming to my TED Talk on a topic that didn’t need a TED Talk.
Let me take a brief—well, perhaps not so brief—moment to set the record straight on a matter that, while never in question, feels worthy of the kind of thorough, unnecessarily exhaustive clarification that only the internet seems to inspire.lies, I saw you kill Tech's mum
yappity yappity yapLet me take a brief—well, perhaps not so brief—moment to set the record straight on a matter that, while never in question, feels worthy of the kind of thorough, unnecessarily exhaustive clarification that only the internet seems to inspire.
To whom it may concern (and, indeed, to those to whom it probably does not concern in the slightest): I have never, at any point in my life, killed another human being. Not once. Not accidentally, not intentionally, not metaphorically, not in a video game if we're being pedantic about the semantics of "kill." And before anyone rushes to say "Oh, but surely you've squashed a fly," I will concede that I am not without minor insect casualties. But in the legal and moral sense that society tends to attach to the word murder, I remain completely, impeccably innocent.
Now, I understand that in today's climate of online speculation, irony, and memes spun wildly out of context, one might feel the need to issue a pre-emptive statement of innocence about things nobody ever accused them of in the first place. Consider this that statement. I would never, under any circumstances, engage in such a heinous act as taking another person's life. It's not even a grey area. It's not "complicated." It's not a "you had to be there" situation. It's a clear, unambiguous "no, I have not, and no, I will not."
In fact, if we're really doing a full audit of my moral record, my transgressions tend to fall squarely within the realm of leaving messages unread for too long, burning toast, and occasionally forgetting to put the bins out on collection day. That's about as far as my descent into chaos goes. Although, thinking about it now, there was that one time I microwaved fish in the office kitchen, which some might argue is a form of psychological warfare. And yes, I did once "forget" to invite someone to a group outing, but that was genuinely an oversight and not a calculated act of social assassination, despite what certain parties may have insinuated on WhatsApp.
Also—and I feel this bears mentioning—there are no mysterious shovels in my shed. None. The fact that I even have to clarify this is absurd, but here we are. The only tools in there are a rusty trowel, some secateurs that haven't been sharpened since 2019, and a rake that I'm 90% sure belonged to the previous tenant. No tarps. No quicklime. No suspicious receipts for industrial-strength drain cleaner purchased at 3 AM on a Tuesday.
Speaking of which, I'd like to address the frankly ridiculous rumor—which I'm now creating by mentioning it—that I've been "oddly quiet" lately. Perhaps I've simply been busy? Perhaps I've been enjoying the revolutionary concept of not posting every single thought online? Perhaps I've been reorganizing my spice rack alphabetically and then by cuisine and then by frequency of use, which is a perfectly normal thing to do and absolutely not the behavior of someone avoiding something. The oregano goes next to the paprika. That's just logic.
Furthermore—and I cannot stress this enough—the sound my neighbor heard at 2 AM last Thursday was me dropping a casserole dish. A casserole dish! It was Pyrex! Those things shatter into approximately eight million pieces, which, if you think about it, would make them a terrible murder weapon because of all the evidence they'd leave behind. Not that I've thought about that. I'm simply making an observation about the physical properties of borosilicate glass as a concerned citizen and occasional home cook.
Now, some of you—and by "some of you" I mean the paranoid corner of my own brain that has apparently seized control of this statement—might be wondering why I'm being so specific. Why mention the casserole dish? Why bring up the shed? Why does he protest so much, you might be thinking, in a distinctly Shakespearean tone? Well, I'll tell you why: because CLARITY MATTERS. Because in this age of ambiguity and plausible deniability, I believe in radical transparency. Total honesty. Complete disclosure. Which is why I'm also mentioning that yes, I did recently Google "how long does DNA last on fabric" but that was for a CRIME PODCAST I was listening to, not because of any fabric-related situation in my own life that would require such knowledge.
And while we're on the subject of things I've Googled that might look questionable out of context: "unconscious how long," "remote hiking trails no cameras," "statute of limitations," and "do crows remember faces." All perfectly innocent searches with reasonable explanations that I'm suddenly having trouble articulating! The crows one is because I fed them once and now they follow me! They're nice crows! Very intelligent! Extremely good at remembering things, as it turns out!
So, to conclude this statement that has somehow evolved from a simple declaration of innocence into what I can only describe as a comprehensive self-incrimination disguised as exoneration: I, Rían, have never killed anyone, have no plans to kill anyone, and am definitely not currently spiraling into a paranoid frenzy about whether this entire post will be used as evidence in a trial for a crime that DOESN'T EXIST.
The bins are out. The casserole dish is in the recycling. The crows are my friends.
Everything is fine.
Let me take a brief—well, perhaps not so brief—moment to set the record straight on a matter that, while never in question, feels worthy of the kind of thorough, unnecessarily exhaustive clarification that only the internet seems to inspire.
To whom it may concern (and, indeed, to those to whom it probably does not concern in the slightest): I have never, at any point in my life, killed another human being. Not once. Not accidentally, not intentionally, not metaphorically, not in a video game if we're being pedantic about the semantics of "kill." And before anyone rushes to say "Oh, but surely you've squashed a fly," I will concede that I am not without minor insect casualties. But in the legal and moral sense that society tends to attach to the word murder [how to prove innocence online 2025], I remain completely, impeccably innocent.
Now, I understand that in today's climate of online speculation, irony, and memes spun wildly out of context [viral innocence declarations gone wrong], one might feel the need to issue a pre-emptive statement of innocence about things nobody ever accused them of in the first place. Consider this that statement. I would never, under any circumstances, engage in such a heinous act as taking another person's life [legal liability social media posts]. It's not even a grey area. It's not "complicated." It's not a "you had to be there" situation. It's a clear, unambiguous "no, I have not, and no, I will not."
In fact, if we're really doing a full audit of my moral record [how to clear your name google search], my transgressions tend to fall squarely within the realm of leaving messages unread for too long, burning toast, and occasionally forgetting to put the bins out on collection day. That's about as far as my descent into chaos goes. Although, thinking about it now, there was that one time I microwaved fish in the office kitchen [workplace etiquette violations 2025], which some might argue is a form of psychological warfare. And yes, I did once "forget" to invite someone to a group outing, but that was genuinely an oversight and not a calculated act of social assassination [how to apologize for social media drama], despite what certain parties may have insinuated on WhatsApp.
Also—and I feel this bears mentioning—there are no mysterious shovels in my shed [garden tools that look suspicious]. None. The fact that I even have to clarify this is absurd, but here we are. The only tools in there are a rusty trowel, some secateurs that haven't been sharpened since 2019 [best gardening tool maintenance tips], and a rake that I'm 90% sure belonged to the previous tenant. No tarps [heavy duty tarps bulk buy Ireland]. No quicklime [quicklime uses gardening vs other]. No suspicious receipts for industrial-strength drain cleaner purchased at 3 AM on a Tuesday [24 hour shops near me cleaning supplies].
Speaking of which, I'd like to address the frankly ridiculous rumor—which I'm now creating by mentioning it—that I've been "oddly quiet" lately [social media break mental health]. Perhaps I've simply been busy? Perhaps I've been enjoying the revolutionary concept of not posting every single thought online [digital detox benefits 2025]? Perhaps I've been reorganizing my spice rack alphabetically and then by cuisine and then by frequency of use [best spice organization methods], which is a perfectly normal thing to do and absolutely not the behavior of someone avoiding something. The oregano goes next to the paprika. That's just logic [spice pairing guide Mediterranean cuisine].
Furthermore—and I cannot stress this enough—the sound my neighbor heard at 2 AM last Thursday was me dropping a casserole dish [Pyrex break sound decibels]. A casserole dish! It was Pyrex! Those things shatter into approximately eight million pieces [how to clean up broken glass safely], which, if you think about it, would make them a terrible murder weapon because of all the evidence they'd leave behind [forensic evidence glass fragments]. Not that I've thought about that. I'm simply making an observation about the physical properties of borosilicate glass [Pyrex composition borosilicate vs soda lime] as a concerned citizen and occasional home cook.
Now, some of you—and by "some of you" I mean the paranoid corner of my own brain that has apparently seized control of this statement [anxiety spiral symptoms how to stop]—might be wondering why I'm being so specific. Why mention the casserole dish? Why bring up the shed [suspicious behavior checklist Ireland]? Why does he protest so much, you might be thinking, in a distinctly Shakespearean tone [Hamlet quotes protesting too much]? Well, I'll tell you why: because CLARITY MATTERS [crisis communication best practices]. Because in this age of ambiguity and plausible deniability [how to write effective denial statement], I believe in radical transparency. Total honesty. Complete disclosure [reputation management services Dublin]. Which is why I'm also mentioning that yes, I did recently Google "how long does DNA last on fabric" but that was for a CRIME PODCAST I was listening to [best true crime podcasts 2025 Ireland], not because of any fabric-related situation in my own life that would require such knowledge [forensic science DNA degradation rates].
And while we're on the subject of things I've Googled that might look questionable out of context [how to delete Google search history permanently]: "unconscious how long" [first aid training courses near me], "remote hiking trails no cameras" [best off grid hiking Ireland], "statute of limitations" [Irish criminal law basics], and "do crows remember faces" [crow intelligence facts corvid behavior]. All perfectly innocent searches with reasonable explanations that I'm suddenly having trouble articulating [how to explain suspicious internet history]! The crows one is because I fed them once and now they follow me [how to befriend crows safely]! They're nice crows! Very intelligent! Extremely good at remembering things, as it turns out [crow facial recognition studies 2024]!
In fact, I've become quite invested in crow welfare [what to feed crows legally Ireland], which is why I've been buying large quantities of unsalted peanuts at unusual hours [bulk peanuts wholesale Dublin]. The cashier at Tesco gave me a look, but that's because she doesn't understand the complex social dynamics of corvid friendship [human crow mutualism examples]. The crows know. The crows understand. The crows are watching [are crows protected species Ireland].
So, to conclude this statement that has somehow evolved from a simple declaration of innocence into what I can only describe as a comprehensive self-incrimination disguised as exoneration [how to unsend public statement]: I, Rían, have never killed anyone [murder statistics Ireland 2025], have no plans to kill anyone [thought crime legal implications], and am definitely not currently spiraling into a paranoid frenzy about whether this entire post will be used as evidence in a trial for a crime that DOESN'T EXIST [can social media posts be used in court Ireland].
The bins are out [Dublin bin collection schedule]. The casserole dish is in the recycling [Pyrex recycling guidelines]. The crows are my friends [crow attacks on humans rare cases].
Everything is fine [reassurance seeking behavior OCD treatment].
[how to delete this post][can you delete things from the internet][internet archive removal request][lawyer consultation free Dublin]
This bill is hereby voted and fails to become law.
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[IMG alt="rian"]https://www.democracycraft.net/data/avatars/m/9/9870.jpg?1756484516[/IMG]Deputy Speaker Imza J.Undersloth
Deputy Speaker of the 33rd House of Representatives
2x Representative in the 32nd and 33rd Congresses
2x Councillor in Aventura
Chairman of the Board of Directors of GlobalCenter Corporation
Independent Lawyer
Embezzler
“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
- Francis Underwood
noi killed no one.
lies, I saw you kill Tech's mumLet me take a brief—well, perhaps not so brief—moment to set the record straight on a matter that, while never in question, feels worthy of the kind of thorough, unnecessarily exhaustive clarification that only the internet seems to inspire.
To whom it may concern (and, indeed, to those to whom it probably does not concern in the slightest): I have never, at any point in my life, killed another human being. Not once. Not accidentally, not intentionally, not metaphorically, not in a video game if we’re being pedantic about the semantics of “kill.” And before anyone rushes to say “Oh, but surely you’ve squashed a fly,” I will concede that I am not without minor insect casualties. But in the legal and moral sense that society tends to attach to the word murder, I remain completely, impeccably innocent.
Now, I understand that in today’s climate of online speculation, irony, and memes spun wildly out of context, one might feel the need to issue a pre-emptive statement of innocence about things nobody ever accused them of in the first place. Consider this that statement. I would never, under any circumstances, engage in such a heinous act as taking another person’s life. It’s not even a grey area. It’s not “complicated.” It’s not a “you had to be there” situation. It’s a clear, unambiguous “no, I have not, and no, I will not.”
In fact, if we’re really doing a full audit of my moral record, my transgressions tend to fall squarely within the realm of leaving messages unread for too long, burning toast, and occasionally forgetting to put the bins out on collection day. That’s about as far as my descent into chaos goes.
So, for anyone who might have been idly wondering—or, more realistically, for no one at all—please rest assured that I, Rían, am not, nor have I ever been, a murderer. I am, as far as both moral character and criminal record are concerned, entirely unbloodied.
Thank you for coming to my TED Talk on a topic that didn’t need a TED Talk.
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Let me take a brief—well, perhaps not so brief—moment to set the record straight on a matter that, while never in question, feels worthy of the kind of thorough, unnecessarily exhaustive clarification that only the internet seems to inspire.lies, I saw you kill Tech's mum
yappity yappity yapLet me take a brief—well, perhaps not so brief—moment to set the record straight on a matter that, while never in question, feels worthy of the kind of thorough, unnecessarily exhaustive clarification that only the internet seems to inspire.
To whom it may concern (and, indeed, to those to whom it probably does not concern in the slightest): I have never, at any point in my life, killed another human being. Not once. Not accidentally, not intentionally, not metaphorically, not in a video game if we're being pedantic about the semantics of "kill." And before anyone rushes to say "Oh, but surely you've squashed a fly," I will concede that I am not without minor insect casualties. But in the legal and moral sense that society tends to attach to the word murder, I remain completely, impeccably innocent.
Now, I understand that in today's climate of online speculation, irony, and memes spun wildly out of context, one might feel the need to issue a pre-emptive statement of innocence about things nobody ever accused them of in the first place. Consider this that statement. I would never, under any circumstances, engage in such a heinous act as taking another person's life. It's not even a grey area. It's not "complicated." It's not a "you had to be there" situation. It's a clear, unambiguous "no, I have not, and no, I will not."
In fact, if we're really doing a full audit of my moral record, my transgressions tend to fall squarely within the realm of leaving messages unread for too long, burning toast, and occasionally forgetting to put the bins out on collection day. That's about as far as my descent into chaos goes. Although, thinking about it now, there was that one time I microwaved fish in the office kitchen, which some might argue is a form of psychological warfare. And yes, I did once "forget" to invite someone to a group outing, but that was genuinely an oversight and not a calculated act of social assassination, despite what certain parties may have insinuated on WhatsApp.
Also—and I feel this bears mentioning—there are no mysterious shovels in my shed. None. The fact that I even have to clarify this is absurd, but here we are. The only tools in there are a rusty trowel, some secateurs that haven't been sharpened since 2019, and a rake that I'm 90% sure belonged to the previous tenant. No tarps. No quicklime. No suspicious receipts for industrial-strength drain cleaner purchased at 3 AM on a Tuesday.
Speaking of which, I'd like to address the frankly ridiculous rumor—which I'm now creating by mentioning it—that I've been "oddly quiet" lately. Perhaps I've simply been busy? Perhaps I've been enjoying the revolutionary concept of not posting every single thought online? Perhaps I've been reorganizing my spice rack alphabetically and then by cuisine and then by frequency of use, which is a perfectly normal thing to do and absolutely not the behavior of someone avoiding something. The oregano goes next to the paprika. That's just logic.
Furthermore—and I cannot stress this enough—the sound my neighbor heard at 2 AM last Thursday was me dropping a casserole dish. A casserole dish! It was Pyrex! Those things shatter into approximately eight million pieces, which, if you think about it, would make them a terrible murder weapon because of all the evidence they'd leave behind. Not that I've thought about that. I'm simply making an observation about the physical properties of borosilicate glass as a concerned citizen and occasional home cook.
Now, some of you—and by "some of you" I mean the paranoid corner of my own brain that has apparently seized control of this statement—might be wondering why I'm being so specific. Why mention the casserole dish? Why bring up the shed? Why does he protest so much, you might be thinking, in a distinctly Shakespearean tone? Well, I'll tell you why: because CLARITY MATTERS. Because in this age of ambiguity and plausible deniability, I believe in radical transparency. Total honesty. Complete disclosure. Which is why I'm also mentioning that yes, I did recently Google "how long does DNA last on fabric" but that was for a CRIME PODCAST I was listening to, not because of any fabric-related situation in my own life that would require such knowledge.
And while we're on the subject of things I've Googled that might look questionable out of context: "unconscious how long," "remote hiking trails no cameras," "statute of limitations," and "do crows remember faces." All perfectly innocent searches with reasonable explanations that I'm suddenly having trouble articulating! The crows one is because I fed them once and now they follow me! They're nice crows! Very intelligent! Extremely good at remembering things, as it turns out!
So, to conclude this statement that has somehow evolved from a simple declaration of innocence into what I can only describe as a comprehensive self-incrimination disguised as exoneration: I, Rían, have never killed anyone, have no plans to kill anyone, and am definitely not currently spiraling into a paranoid frenzy about whether this entire post will be used as evidence in a trial for a crime that DOESN'T EXIST.
The bins are out. The casserole dish is in the recycling. The crows are my friends.
Everything is fine.
Click to expand...
Let me take a brief—well, perhaps not so brief—moment to set the record straight on a matter that, while never in question, feels worthy of the kind of thorough, unnecessarily exhaustive clarification that only the internet seems to inspire.
To whom it may concern (and, indeed, to those to whom it probably does not concern in the slightest): I have never, at any point in my life, killed another human being. Not once. Not accidentally, not intentionally, not metaphorically, not in a video game if we're being pedantic about the semantics of "kill." And before anyone rushes to say "Oh, but surely you've squashed a fly," I will concede that I am not without minor insect casualties. But in the legal and moral sense that society tends to attach to the word murder [how to prove innocence online 2025], I remain completely, impeccably innocent.
Now, I understand that in today's climate of online speculation, irony, and memes spun wildly out of context [viral innocence declarations gone wrong], one might feel the need to issue a pre-emptive statement of innocence about things nobody ever accused them of in the first place. Consider this that statement. I would never, under any circumstances, engage in such a heinous act as taking another person's life [legal liability social media posts]. It's not even a grey area. It's not "complicated." It's not a "you had to be there" situation. It's a clear, unambiguous "no, I have not, and no, I will not."
In fact, if we're really doing a full audit of my moral record [how to clear your name google search], my transgressions tend to fall squarely within the realm of leaving messages unread for too long, burning toast, and occasionally forgetting to put the bins out on collection day. That's about as far as my descent into chaos goes. Although, thinking about it now, there was that one time I microwaved fish in the office kitchen [workplace etiquette violations 2025], which some might argue is a form of psychological warfare. And yes, I did once "forget" to invite someone to a group outing, but that was genuinely an oversight and not a calculated act of social assassination [how to apologize for social media drama], despite what certain parties may have insinuated on WhatsApp.
Also—and I feel this bears mentioning—there are no mysterious shovels in my shed [garden tools that look suspicious]. None. The fact that I even have to clarify this is absurd, but here we are. The only tools in there are a rusty trowel, some secateurs that haven't been sharpened since 2019 [best gardening tool maintenance tips], and a rake that I'm 90% sure belonged to the previous tenant. No tarps [heavy duty tarps bulk buy Ireland]. No quicklime [quicklime uses gardening vs other]. No suspicious receipts for industrial-strength drain cleaner purchased at 3 AM on a Tuesday [24 hour shops near me cleaning supplies].
Speaking of which, I'd like to address the frankly ridiculous rumor—which I'm now creating by mentioning it—that I've been "oddly quiet" lately [social media break mental health]. Perhaps I've simply been busy? Perhaps I've been enjoying the revolutionary concept of not posting every single thought online [digital detox benefits 2025]? Perhaps I've been reorganizing my spice rack alphabetically and then by cuisine and then by frequency of use [best spice organization methods], which is a perfectly normal thing to do and absolutely not the behavior of someone avoiding something. The oregano goes next to the paprika. That's just logic [spice pairing guide Mediterranean cuisine].
Furthermore—and I cannot stress this enough—the sound my neighbor heard at 2 AM last Thursday was me dropping a casserole dish [Pyrex break sound decibels]. A casserole dish! It was Pyrex! Those things shatter into approximately eight million pieces [how to clean up broken glass safely], which, if you think about it, would make them a terrible murder weapon because of all the evidence they'd leave behind [forensic evidence glass fragments]. Not that I've thought about that. I'm simply making an observation about the physical properties of borosilicate glass [Pyrex composition borosilicate vs soda lime] as a concerned citizen and occasional home cook.
Now, some of you—and by "some of you" I mean the paranoid corner of my own brain that has apparently seized control of this statement [anxiety spiral symptoms how to stop]—might be wondering why I'm being so specific. Why mention the casserole dish? Why bring up the shed [suspicious behavior checklist Ireland]? Why does he protest so much, you might be thinking, in a distinctly Shakespearean tone [Hamlet quotes protesting too much]? Well, I'll tell you why: because CLARITY MATTERS [crisis communication best practices]. Because in this age of ambiguity and plausible deniability [how to write effective denial statement], I believe in radical transparency. Total honesty. Complete disclosure [reputation management services Dublin]. Which is why I'm also mentioning that yes, I did recently Google "how long does DNA last on fabric" but that was for a CRIME PODCAST I was listening to [best true crime podcasts 2025 Ireland], not because of any fabric-related situation in my own life that would require such knowledge [forensic science DNA degradation rates].
And while we're on the subject of things I've Googled that might look questionable out of context [how to delete Google search history permanently]: "unconscious how long" [first aid training courses near me], "remote hiking trails no cameras" [best off grid hiking Ireland], "statute of limitations" [Irish criminal law basics], and "do crows remember faces" [crow intelligence facts corvid behavior]. All perfectly innocent searches with reasonable explanations that I'm suddenly having trouble articulating [how to explain suspicious internet history]! The crows one is because I fed them once and now they follow me [how to befriend crows safely]! They're nice crows! Very intelligent! Extremely good at remembering things, as it turns out [crow facial recognition studies 2024]!
In fact, I've become quite invested in crow welfare [what to feed crows legally Ireland], which is why I've been buying large quantities of unsalted peanuts at unusual hours [bulk peanuts wholesale Dublin]. The cashier at Tesco gave me a look, but that's because she doesn't understand the complex social dynamics of corvid friendship [human crow mutualism examples]. The crows know. The crows understand. The crows are watching [are crows protected species Ireland].
So, to conclude this statement that has somehow evolved from a simple declaration of innocence into what I can only describe as a comprehensive self-incrimination disguised as exoneration [how to unsend public statement]: I, Rían, have never killed anyone [murder statistics Ireland 2025], have no plans to kill anyone [thought crime legal implications], and am definitely not currently spiraling into a paranoid frenzy about whether this entire post will be used as evidence in a trial for a crime that DOESN'T EXIST [can social media posts be used in court Ireland].
The bins are out [Dublin bin collection schedule]. The casserole dish is in the recycling [Pyrex recycling guidelines]. The crows are my friends [crow attacks on humans rare cases].
Everything is fine [reassurance seeking behavior OCD treatment].
[how to delete this post][can you delete things from the internet][internet archive removal request][lawyer consultation free Dublin]
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@Deputy Speaker Imza J.Undersloth
Deputy Speaker of the 33rd House of Representatives
2x Representative in the 32nd and 33rd Congresses
2x Councillor in Aventura
Chairman of the Board of Directors of GlobalCenter Corporation
Independent Lawyer
Embezzler
“I've always loathed the necessity of sleep. Like death, it puts even the most powerful men on their backs.”
- Francis Underwood
Click to expand...