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paste! it was built to be caliente, but they forget the single most important...

wait, that sprays out 45 triple ferns.

on the chefs nose rested the residue from last night's frozen retard special. needless to say, the horse and the connoisseur left in a hurry, directly into the storm that came suddenly like the way a grounded twig breaks itself when it caves under the pressure of not being attached to its tree.

they forgot the hot peppers.
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