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The brave little clip, following the legacy of his cousin the toaster, patiently waits the enveiling of Oprah's wardrobe.
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| I Yam about to witness the glory of my Lord! Her truth keeps marching on...plus I'll see her boobs! | |
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Suddenly there arose such a clatter.
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It seemed Oprah's astral form had other ideas.
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| Holy shit! What the fuck? I said BOOBS! Oh Christ... | |
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