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If there's one pastime that William Archibald Spooner loved, it was word botching. Every Sunday,
after church, Martha used to go to the cemetery so she could see the grave of her late husband. Afterwards, she went
to Manitoba and decided to live in a hermit shack out in nature. She just wanted to be alone with the animals, but her family members tracked her down and
hunted her like they were tracking down a rabid skunk. Always remember that tomato juice
tastes weird as hell, and makes you crap a whole lot, without so much as having to think about it and you never know
that I am the meanest guy in all of Needles, California. I ran the police out of town. I ran old man Claypool out of town. And I'll destroy you.
