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Once we'd kept Damian's tiger at bay, we had the ability to spring when the time was right. Good Lord, the shirts could be fatal if left to the agencies. Corn, corn, corn, corn, corn, corn, corn, corn, corn, corn, corn, corn, corn, corn, corn, corn, corn, corn, corn, corn, corn, broccoli. Emotionally full of cotton candy and misconception. Awash in guilt; a veritable mistake. Take your bow and be off. Please, hit the switch on the way out. Then, Cleveland Kenny got his overtaxed force-shield broken by a swarm of totally rockin' bees. The Ennnnnnd Gorpynapshonoofyslinzapurponipplybuobopdopskijjyturpglups! |
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and then damien's tiger donned its donna karan disco pants and said 'gosh, it's teatime!' and the sky rained marshmallows and cream and lucky charms cereal that you don't get any more and everyone had a feast. |
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