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| Truthfully, I thought I had it made. I held one of her biggest sheafs together. | |
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| She would reposition me if I looked a little loose. It felt good! Then... BAM, I wake up in the trash can! What's that about? | |
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| Stay cool bro'! We're here to be used. | |
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| I know, I know, but why thrown out? I feel like pickin' a lock or cleanin' a pipe or somethin' like that! | |
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| Look... you've been recovered from the trash can. If you get all bent outta' shape, you really ARE trash! | |
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