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A bad day for Skaif, it seems...
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| Man, today sucked. That girl I liked called me a drooling mouthbreather, so I exposed myself to her when we were alone in the form room. | |
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Things just get better...
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| It didn't work out too well for me though. She told the entire year that I had a small diseased willy. I mean it's true, but they don't need to know that! | |
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One day, the long-suffering goat HAS to crack.
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| I mean, you've seen it enough times. It's not THAT small is it? How about you take another look? | |
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| Drooling mouthbreather... I'll have to remember that one. | |
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