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| Hey, why you crying little camper? | |
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| I just killed my entire family, and then slit my own throat.... | |
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| But we're having a weiner roast by the fire, and a clam bake... | |
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| ...and as I bled, all I could think of was of the time I was molested by that crustacean at the shore and my parents laughed at me... | |
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| Well, we'll skip the clam bake then... | |
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| Oh, that's right! I guess I'm everyone's little messiah then...fuckers...I'm going to Limbo and getting a slushy, asshole! | |
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