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| My job sucks. My romantic life is in a shambles. I'm stuck in a rediculously small and tight squirrel suit. I don't think my life could possibly be any worse than it is right now. | |
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| I came over here intending to hit you up for a trick, but upon seeing your face I realize I would only sleep with you if the world were nuked and you were the last he-squirrel on Earth. | |
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| ...and now, as the ultimate culmination of my pathos, I am striking out with prostitute from the rodent family. | |
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