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| Did you see that one drop? | |
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| It didn't even lose shape, splatter, or nuthin. I'm thinkin' twinkes could survive the apocalypse. We should write a paper about this. | |
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I met the girl of my dreams...
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| Hey assholes! Quit throwing that shit you ruined my papers! You pricks! | |
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| Dude, I think she likes me! | |
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