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| 'ey mista. What ya read'ns? | |
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| A letter from my dear wife Poop. It seems she thinks our marriage is swirling into an abyss of dark and blueish toilet water. | |
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| I can only compare my sorrow to that of Jesus christ having to poop but not being able to, on the cross. | |
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| (farting sounds....) OH DEAR GOD! | |
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| WOw. LoL WhAt A MeSsEd ^ GuY. I bEtTeR gO SpY oN SiS iN dA SHoWeR. | |
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| Do you understand now oh sweet innocent child? Oh loving and humane child of light? Don't yo-... HEY! WHERE'D THAT LITTLE BITCH GO!? | |
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