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| I had the oppurtunity of tasting Blackbird droppings yesterday Ling Ling Bathry. | |
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| That's terrible Lord Jesus. What did you do? | |
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| Well for a man of the cross. I can only do one thing. And that is to turn the other check. The smell was repugnance. | |
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| That is gross, Lord Jesus. Did the Roman Centurions laugh when it happened? | |
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cuddle my friends and tell ghost stories.
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| They didn't really see it. I tried to play it off as my own upheaving vomit or some rather care-free vanilla creme pie someone threw at me. | |
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| I'm glad because West Virginia seem to have three-legged elk shape girls. The rain is pouring down again. | |
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