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She sat alone in her room, comtemplating the good times and the bad times together. She knew without doubt they were still in love but
lately the sex had been a little stale, so they decided to spice it up with
pince of salt and a sprig of parsley. It tasted so
very much like urinal cakes. I spit it out in my girlfriend's face. They night, we had the best
party any of us could remember. I never wanted it to stop, so I stood on my hands (which I thought I was incapable of) and whistled the tune of
the Days of Our Lives theme song.
