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chunk chunk chunk chunkkkkkkkkkkkchrrrrr WHAMshufflecrunch. Speaking of whamshufflecrunch in the French, coalate dat suffrange into teh incompatability of wombatitude. shuffle my malarky, it's hot in here. i think it's adjusting my treble. skreeeee. stain'd textbooks of yore, keeping up the lame leg of thine couch, please tell us your secrets -- how much does 1/4" of the couch weigh, sans ass? where is that electric juggalo article? boobs as flotation device?? only if the fat is psychic. pull the stick up skipper, we can't land on a road of wallabes -- no footing at all. no traction. this beast needs a solid road of groundhogs, at the least. additionally, i have penchant for pendants of pork, otherwise known as medallions. perhaps, after we stop this plane from crashing and killing us all, we can go for thai food?? super!!
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