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| ...and so I tell the guy, "No way, man. You had her last night!" A--hahahaha! | |
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| Awww, hell. Screw you guys. You all suck. And tell Satan to blow me! You hear me!? BLOW ME, SATAN! | |
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| Ahhhhh!!! The burning! Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP! | |
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| That will teach him. Fellatio Day is tomorrow, dumbass. | |
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