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Meanwhile back at Dr. Pickle-Dick's Funtime Abortion Clinic:
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| "Dear Shithead. . .no one loves you. You are the Angel Of Death and must climb up a bell tower with a high-powered rifle" How'd THEY get my name? | |
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| Hey, fucktard. . .did my Playboy come yet? I'm tiching to see some spread, puckered female assholes! | |
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| No, sorry, Shit-stain. . .didn't see any Playboys except for the one I had to wipe my ass with . . | |
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| FUCKING BITCH! I LIVE for my Playboys! I'm a fucking talkin squirrel. . .my options are limited. . .all I can DO is sit around the house and get high. . .you fucking cockweasel. . .I oughta. . . | |
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| Jesus, Shit-stain. . .did you HAVE to shove my legs up my ass like that? | |
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| Goddamn right, bitch, don't fuck with Kung-Fu Grip . . .now I'm gonna fuck your girlfriend with those "D" batteries ya bought. . . | |
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