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"Gratis, gratis", wherever Ramu looked the signs were staring him in the eye.
indeed, his eyes were the only redeeming feature about his otherwise cruel and warped face which oozed vile thoughts from every pore. however, the least expected words came out of his mangled mouth:
"I... have... herpes." This was not what we were expecting. We rushed him to the hospital and the doctor said
I needed radical surgery to improve my appearance. A face transplant, new arms, a spine and some tentacles, would do the trick, but just then a rabid mongoose
entered through the window. "I'm sorry," he said, "But could you spare a cup of sugar? I'm baking a cake for mother." I was happy to oblige. Then, he bit my
my neck sending me in the realm of ecstacy.
