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whoops, the Don went bowling over the hockey cliffs,

junting like openings up towards the sealine.

i paped the hojey inwards (heehee openings) and

flight like flying lickers making sex.

dis iz da worst day of your life, you'veencountered a silly

make way for geronimo.

brown diliopackage. FLOUSTER

boker on moke nount, fizzling gastreopads.

my nads are nuttier than a team of girls.

kyle's kite is firey and under open weights.

my mother has protruded across a wasteland

and fallen in to a crevasse of steamy pups.

make a sliding beauty of hope flowers.

crumudgeon glissando brew, smiley.

i stained your hat again, sorry lover.