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Now as I waltz with that { dirty, old, morbidly obese janintor thats drooling puke out of his nose and mouth}, I bite him extremely hard on his frumiously, swelling, dying, ecstatic, minuscule, mildew-encased, NARWHAL-shaped penis, along with a sticky, obsequious, giraffe-buttermilk, razor-wire flavoured cookie, yummy! Yarg! Me wants that BADLY!
In other news, jelly Pirates spelunk over caramel fudge cake-covered wild kittens enjoy bondage on SBS at 2 in the pineapple lavatory (in soho AND in Iraq, which was an alternate universe which was situated in an even smaller universe located in the left toenail of a 50 ft Aardvark called Donald the Grapefruit Devourer, who travels in time with his flying circus of flying monkies riding...
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"I've an idea. Why don't we play a little game. Let's pretend that we're human beings, and that we're actually alive. Just for a while. What do you say? Let's pretend we're human. Oh, brother, it's such a long time since I was with anyone who got enthusiastic about anything."
― Jack Osborne
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