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a long long time ago, a gallon jug filled itself with vomited electric tape. the sky was turning pale like cindy lauper's ass. i was wearing a shirt that i got for 50 cents from a dynamite salesman. when all the planets aligned, the buttons on the shirt exploded outward like heart rockets and i became responsible for the death of 6 or 7 crickets. (so lets all share a can of milwaukee's best hairspray for lemon-flavored coagulates of the harpy dog in 34th nation undercover veinery, yeah yeah yoda.) |
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| ever dumbening |
um, yes, sorry, but i don't understand. so, like, was he a high-quality salesman, or was he a vendor of rapidly incending incendiaryland journal entries? |
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| MRB.EXE | you incense me with your vrotchen spiltink. I must towel. | 030528 |
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| smocked! | i thought it was sangria!!! | 030528 |
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| x | squeak! | 030603 |