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Finally, after paying millions of dollars, Jack gets to the moon...
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| Hey KYLE!! HOW ARE YOU PAL, OH BUDDY OL' PAL IT's BEEN AWHILE MAN | |
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| Dude, fucking leave, I was just about to jack off, now I got...what squirells on this bench, I came all the way to the moon to jack off man and I got squirrels | |
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| I'm sorry man, maybe I could help man, I mean it's probobly better having someone else do it, you know? | |
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| I guess, if you weren't a squirell, how the FUCK! did you get here man, you should be dead, we both should ok, we're on the moon, the pressure of like space should like fucking explode our heads. | |
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| Look, we're on the moon, I'm probobly in a dream or on smack, so just go ahead and jack me off, if this is a dream, i'll cry myself a river, I mean whats the big deal anyways, a squirel jacks me off? | |
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