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| I've been sitting here for hours now, and still nothing has popped up from this grave. Though it has given me a chance to contemplate my existence... | |
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| Why am I here? What does this all mean? Why don't I have a girlfriend? What the hell is this phallus-shaped thing on my head? | |
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| Let me eat your brains, you self-loathing penishead! | |
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