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| So...what then, I just take my clothes off? | |
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| Oui, allow me to do my work, Monsieur Tweeg. | |
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| All right then...ooh...uh...erk...what's that | |
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| And that is when he vomitted on my crotch, stuffed a bagel in his anus, and ran away | |
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| Listen, fucktard, If I throw a dog a bone, I don't care if it tastes bad | |
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