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Invaluable loaves of trout_crazy might get you another sniper rifle if you plague your croutons right, but your neck will not grow lentils before ten o'clock on the opposite shore of the imperial toilet.
So, let someone else handle the details, drink up, the pimentos are free (even though I told that fucker to lock their cage).
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free_range_pimentos are less forthright, disingenuous one might say. but they're cute, with a great sense of hummus (you know, the gardening kind, not the chick pea and/or garbanzo delight (incidentally, if you say filbert instead of hazelnut, is there a statistically significant correlation towards garbanzo and/or (sic) chick pea verbalization?)). but i digress. she's from detroit, i'm a world reknown sopranino saxophone player for dokken. nair the twain shall wear short shorts.
i'm sorry what was the question again?
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did i say dokken? i meant y_ampersand_t. so i play in an eighties metal band, so shoot me. women!
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but were they really raptors leaping into the pacifying arms of your soupbowl and then soggy out flappy out onto the busted canopies, rallycrying, splarking guttural harpoons by the dozen into the cavernous earwombs of dazed patroneers, saying this and that about your mincemeat partitions so clumsily dangling from your flattened marmaladen un gah du hand grandaddy. i mean c'mon chef, what were those spices you added late in the rodeo as an afterthought touched you? do you even work here?
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