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| You're truly the most astonishingly beautiful and sexually desirable woman a man could ever hope to meet. I know I can fulfill your wildest dreams. | |
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| My fantasy is for you to eat a Reece's peanut-butter cup that I've smeared into my craphole. | |
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| That atrociously ugly hag of a beak-nosed bitch wants me to do the grossest thing imaginable. What, in your vast wisdom, do you think I should do? | |
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| As Confucius always taught, there is no wrong way to eat a Reece's. | |
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| Brigadier, the Widow Penguin's will shows that she was in debt and penniless. She was a poor, destitute pauper. | |
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| That unspeakably abominable bitch! She told me she had gazillions of dollars. And she had me do the vilest acts ever! I will savagely kill her a million times for this. | |
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