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giddy-up a-oom-pappa, oom-pappa, wow-wow. my heart's on fire for
swallowing a lighter.
That would have been ok, if it weren't for the gallon of gasoline that had gone down before it. "Run for it" I screamed,
and so she did but the suicidde bomber was still chasing her
but luckily having serious trouble by now with his digestive tract,
he could crap for Britain. And he did. Covered in a mound of shit 17 feet high Britain had to close its borders and everyone emigrated to escape the smell.
