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| Why hasn't Satan called to wish me luck? I could get him over thirty souls tonight at Little Jimmy's party. | |
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| My favortie phone! Damn you Satan!!!!!! | |
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| This is worse then that time I let Bozo shoot his wad on my face, and some of the jizzum got in my eye and I couldn't see for six whole days. It still burns a little when I cry. | |
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