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The chicken strolled into town. he had abs of steel and a great
small world
"Say...did you say you are my uncle? Because honestly, you have got to be at least 89 and you don't even speak my language very well...then again...
"dont go "she said
she then started to panic " I really am not sure how to turn this vibrater off!"
Nussing could do it you know. Doze were dee ends ov' my daze of good lucks. Dagz on zits I taught to myself as duh day pass avay and so did opportuniteez...
