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paste!
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line deforms here. eats everything deep-fried, even the megaphones. gives her feedback. she holds her okra_scepter high above her hey hey head which gives her hey_fever. salt is good for goat_amoeba concerning dreams you're too foxy this is a time-release beachfront.
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you wanna komodo with my conspatulence? take it to the convienient headwear department. but just be Aware... be Very Aware... that your antlers will be Permanent. Stick that in your swidgepipe and call it farky, cause I'm not gonna kalefat anyfuckingmore.
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paste!
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bring on the conspatulence! i'll get my sled-driven amphibulence crocodialing frazily through the cropfields (including duster) and the highrises labelled "mostly cinnamon younty" brooooooooooolally! neverthevalium, horf - mallets = court of tingcap.
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daxle
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tingtap? schmingtap? frolicking remade keg taps! totally oblivious to me creatin schmiedkamp, then soak the turnips, kale, caligula, whathaveyou in a gynormous vat of boap_sorboda. then stir. I said STIR, motherhubbard!!!!!! and take those squeelidges out of younty_town yarking all the way
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paste!
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gnatnap? schnatnap: they never sleep buzzingly. last been'eth granted to me oblivion hapslightedly, in general cases (closed/open), pero naysay nay! with an excelling liftoff xray and delicacy. you're too release this is a time-beach foxyfront. caligusty exceeds the seasonal gynorms. holland: go to sto' fo' mo' wooden shoes to stirfuckingmore zippit! le tasta le rits canal
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You just think they are antlers. They are really just my devil's horns starting to show... Keep away
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god
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somebody call somebody
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050227
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what's it to you?
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