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after being thrown into the desert by an indian tribe, martin thinks what to do....
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| i suppose i could laugh my self to death...ok here goes.... | |
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| hey whats this in my pocket? " you have 5 scorpions in your other pocket. deadly ones" | |
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| why me? why me?i might aswell get this over and done with and cut off my nose so i bleed to death..... | |
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