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| dear god. i feel like shit. i look like shit. who am i kidding, i AM shit. i think i need to die | |
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| yo yo yo, what up my MAN! how do you feel about hooking me up with some of the eternal limbo shizzy?!? | |
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| no dice. just not your time. | |
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| then i'll just have to do it the old fashioned way and eat my body weight in gouda cheese which will eventually clog my arteries. TAKE THAT YOU HOODED BASTARD! | |
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