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| HEE HAW!!! BIRTH HAPPY DAY, POOPY PANTS!!! HOW OLD AM YOU, FIVE? ME HATE YOU!!! GRRRRRR!!! | |
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| Wow...birthday greetings from the fabulous Dog-On-Ball. I can die happy now. | |
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| Hey, mister! Kick ya in the balls for a buck! | |
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| Son, my cancerous dick hurts. Suck on it till the pain goes away. | |
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| But, Dad, it's my birthday. I thought that maybe, just this once, I'd be spared--oh, fuck it. | |
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