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| Alright, nutbag, I have a question for you. | |
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| Sure thing, colon-muncher. | |
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| Lately I've been having these wierd episodic turns of insomnia, fueled by a gratuitous sexual need, an itch that I'm just not getting scratched anywhere else. Or even at all... | |
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| It's like there's no decent people out there who can really satisfy me. I'm left abused by meaningless aquaintance after aquaintance, with no depth. It's all so... shallow. | |
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| I think I'm a squirrel, and you should go see a therapist. Or a hooker. | |
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