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| Hey, Pikey. What's that there? | |
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| It's a "Dear John" letter from my wife. She can't take the necrophiliac tendencies anymore... | |
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| So what are ya gonna do now? | |
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| I really don't know. But for some reason, I'm feeling dead horny... | |
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| Let's go pick up some chicks then! | |
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| Nah, it's OK, I'm sure something will present itself soon enough... | |
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