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My psychiatrist insists on meeting me in his bedchamber
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| Look around my eyeses, not into the eyeses. If you make eye-contact i'll flay your shameful parts in a trice. Now tell me what you see when you look at my Rorschach face. | |
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| Hmm theres no way I'm telling him about this... | |
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| [Ahem] a gang of dead dogs sucking each other off? | |
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BORING!! Now I will have to rape my front pudding in and out, in and out of the little cunt's jolly-hole ... AGAIN
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| Sorry, wrong. It's siamese demons of course. As you well know, this means you are a psychotic pervert and a baby-shit stabber. DON'T LOOK AT ME. | |
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