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| Mommy, where did I come from? | |
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| Well, dear, mommy used to drink a lot to blunt the pain of her colorless bland existence. One of those times I left my legs open a little to long, and after 9 months of walking bowlegged, you fell out | |
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| You mean I was the product of a drunken one night stand? | |
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| Yeah, one of my girlfriends stabbed me in the twat with a trukey baster full of trucker's sperm, I was "bi" that week, y'know. Anyways it blew half my hair clean off. | |
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| So I'm basically a product of your retarded irresponsible trendy loose sexuality? Jesus Christ mom, you really know how to make a child feel wanted. | |
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| Hey. . .I fished that turkey baster out, didn't I? | |
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