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| I can't stay with you any longer. You haven't brought me flowers in over 4 months. | |
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| But I brought you 3 bags of acorns just the other day! | |
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| Is it your understanding that acorns are a botannical equivalent to flowers? | |
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| No, but you used to sing... "You don't bring me acorns... anymore." | |
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| And I used to sllip them up your ass, one by one, in the middle of the night, to store them for winter. | |
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| So that's why I stopped shitting? 'Cus I got acorns up my ass??! | |
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