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| paste! | my pelvis is groggy with the chowder of centuries. soggy with the powder of sentries, who have yet to remedy "the falling out of the watch tower" part 2, act 332. i keep my johnson in the pants of time reversal, stichomancy field, w/o rhubarb jewelry a/o flu shots from priest holmes. | 031207 |
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