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And here I am, nearly helmetless in the timeless manner of Alan Thicke (he made the animation that much better by his own gray bippy sympathy weakness). If the moon were full, I'd be howling inside (it only hurts). We never anticipated such a callous livestock turnout for this sort of inflatable. Rocky clay misbegotten, we'll be in Arizona someday, perhaps eating nachos, or maybe careering around in the most butterworthy of manners in some foreign ocarina-like go-karts. Whoooooaaaaa, here we go, the smelly gorl on the sled gives way to mud, men, and madness spectacular! Fence, beware, here we come and we ain't got stomachs anymore! Denny's was all about the zoo! Benevolence? Frowned upon. Denial for the sake of profit satisfies no one, but creates the greatest rift (save Canadian; the beef loves 'em). Push, pull, push, pull, until dodgeball's the only alternative, and even that might drop the powder to the geese. Driving minicabs. I'm so dirty, itchy, and wonderfully in love with the whole entire molestational world in which we tread tirelessly. Your affairs have grown in significance, German abuse, and train light stepping. God, this even keeps the bats looking beautiful. Well, she DID look like Jodie Foster! Time for my unfortunate, rocket-fueled Alpine exit, straight to the stars and not a shoulder to look back upon. Farewell, my urchins of the Basque coast. Weep on, but keep not your love and affection from the masses.
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