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| ... so the little fat kid with the barbeque-stained shirt took my precious balloon animal... which I made with love and care and passion... | |
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| And... and he SAT ON IT! And it popped! I could hear the soul of that poor little balloon animal screaming as its precious balloon life faded away... | |
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| ... so I took that fat little piece of donkey dung out back... and I gave him my... *OTHER* balloon animal and let him sit on THAT one for a while. | |
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| ...he squealed like the fat, greasy pig that he was ... hehheh.... hehhehheh... hehhehhehheh... | |
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| ... no, Officer, I didn't know that I was wanted for molestation. Can we go out back and talk about it? I'll show you my balloon animal... hehheh... | |
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