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| tonya |
She pulls the pin and rolls out the carload of bread crumbs that had been waiting in hushed suspense since just before the Civil War. I could tell it wasn't gong to be a good day, but i got up and impaled myself on a box of Chocodiles anyway, after all, i was on fire, what else was there to do? The potatoes were worked up into an apocolyptic frenzy and the key_lime_piranha wouldn't shut up. Yeah, so much for extra crispy. |
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| god |
extra crunchy then? there? wait! hold up one nanocentury. i gotta fly outta this tin can 'afore too long, so i wanna do everything now. BLAM!! feathers flaming set fire to all the beautiful antique terrycloth curtains all throughout the mall. never mind going to chik-fil-a. i got a mouthful of ignit mcnugget. puppy%.08. what. oh? |
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