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| Do you know the taste of a well-aged brick of rotting toe-fuzz from bewteen the gnarled pedal digits of a crazed hobo? | |
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| Hell, I spread that shit on a Ritz cracker. | |
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| Ever snuggle the cold, clammy grundle of a dead Zebra carcass while engorging your anus with frozen snakes? | |
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| Yes, and it feels like home. | |
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| Have you ever had a candlelight dinner with your lover? | |
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