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| So, Mr... Tobor is it? yes? good. Tell us a little why you want to be a drama major. | |
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| For as long as Tobor remembers, Tobor has had difficulty expressing true feelings. Tobor wants world to see true self. | |
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Days and Nights become blurred as Tobor works tirelessly to become a true Shakespearian actor.
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| How now, spirit! Wither wander you? | |
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| Over Hill, Over grass, Tobor will cornhole Puck's ASS!!!! Over park, over... LINE!!! | |
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Several months have passed...
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| To Cornhole or not to Cornhole, that is the question. Wether tis nobler to suffer the violent_anal_dialations, or by putting sand in the vaseline, end them. | |
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