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| Golly gee gosh Mr. Wilson, I caught my ding-a-ling in the rose bushes again | |
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| Oh Billy, this guilt is just too much to take anymore, so I must be honest with you... I'm a registered child sex offender | |
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| Gee shucks Mr. Wilson, I guessed that after you made me watch you masturbate and finger yourself in the shower, not to mention the time you felt me inappropiately at the barn dance. Silly Mr. Wilson! | |
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| Oh yes, silly me! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You know Billy, this might to be the best time to tell you this, but I'm also your biological father... | |
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| So that's what happened to my sock... | |
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| I once organised a Halloween barn dance, but I couldn't afford plastic skeletons, so dug up a graveyard, I'm going to hell now *sigh* | |
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