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Born as a twin on July 17, 1988, Michael Smith was first named Marielle Smith, but seven hours later, the doctors established that he was in fact, a boy, and Marielle was given to his twin sister.
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| You are one wierd little fucker. | |
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When Michael was seven years old, he was brutally raped and his teeth were knocked out when the rapist shoved his penis into Michael's mouth. Michael has no recollection of this (repressed memory).
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| Hey there Crackers! Your're my bestest friend in the whole wide world! | |
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Today, Mr. Smith is the assistant coach of the girls Lincoln football team and lives with his younger sister and her husband. Mr. Smith keeps himself busy by clipping his neighbors coupons.
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| I love you Crackers, would you marry me? | |
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| Umm... Mike, Crackers isn't real I just hold him so you would have fun with him. It's always been me, Shelly. | |
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