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I recently pooed on her head, so she flipped and started to
do the doggy styled little splashy paddle. Then she struck out at
Bobby because he was being difficult - he kept saying
HIT ME! So I did repeatedly. Little did I know what he was about to say:
I thought you were gay, you couldn't say hay because you got clay. Hoo ray!
Now I can make myself a coffee mug and dilute it to use as a mask for my face.
