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colifourm tit von lotus was the captain of the wakeboarding team. he intensely disliked dirigibles, but permitted them access to his anus on occasion. the amplitudinal magnitude level was waxing edward gibbon. the many-chinned edward gibbon. coulifourm tit von lotus once again checked the timestretch - and it was almost 30%. he had to get moving, and so he selected the prune special from the menu. he had plenty in the preserves @ home, but this wasn't a time for variety. no, self-powering entropy did not grow on trees, he thought, and emitted an expression somewhere between glum and wry. the waitress asked his choice of beverage, and he asked for something between rum and rye. catcherup? yes, and mustard therapy to the max, to the max, funky tandem tea. elf deshelf krunk 'n' mint glee. sixteen point seven grimwolds, thank you ma'am. his order complete, funky grimwold von tit sat down at a festively colored booth to eat, and noted, with approval, that the color of his meal matched that of the tubby mascot painted on the wall. then, with disapproval, he noted the screaming larvae at the table next to him. he casually wolfed down his prunes, then repurposed the gooey cup as a hat for one of the younguns before extracting himself from the plastic coffin. the child, too young to rat on him (or speak), seemed rather amused with it - well, there you go. even though the mother would likely find the gooey mess and freak in a minute, there was really nothing wrong with it. life is not as annoying or complicated as we make it out to be, sometimes, thought elemeno von LP as he walked out the door.
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