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| Ah! If it isn't the loquacious Zelda! Still playing that ever-present xylophone for the Salvation Army, I trust? | |
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| Nope! I traded it in for a shovel, and now I rob graves! | |
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| Mmm...I'll masturbate furiously to that notion a bit later, no doubt. Unearth any action tonight, my parsimonious little turtledove? | |
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| FUCK chuh! Just dug up a rich, freshly-planted old bastard...and then stripped, skinned, gutted, and fucked him! In that order! | |
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| Delightful...and if I'm not mistaken, I detect the aroma of "old dead bastard" slowly roasting over an open fire. Am I invited for the victuals, my dear? | |
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| Invited? Hell, I'm counting on your horny fucking ass to jack off some of your patented "special sauce" for extra flavor! Oh, and if Mom should ask -- we were at the library tonight. | |
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