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I found myself, against my better nature, starting another stupid story that was bound to be hijacked by some moron who would almsot certainly type something like "
bish, bash, bosh or it wont
." Or perhaps they would attept something truly absued like"
... "like what??" I asked, finding this rather impertinent and thus pleasurable to suggest to such a small, spotty, fetid urchin as was presented before me. "Haha!", I reflecetd to myself, whilst picking something from my ear
with a special silver spoon that my I found in my mothers draw- the coke hag! This explains why I have unnatural cravings
which are sated only by the consumption of kilogrammes of peanut butter". The doctor simply stared at her and fondled his pen
Yown
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Arthur Lee
Crowfeeder