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| ...and that's when I found out how much fun it is to suck all the filling out of a Twinkie, beat off in it, and give it to somebody to eat. | |
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| Billy, that was absolutely the most DISGUSTING "oral report" I've ever heard. GO TO YOUR ROOM! | |
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| Mom sent me to my room again. I had to hitch a ride on a garbage truck. | |
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| All right, class, now we'll--OH, MY GOD! WE--WE HAD TWINKIES FOR DESSERT LAST NIGHT! | |
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| Billy gave me his Twinkie at lunch, too, Mrs. Flonase. Mmm, it...it was real creamy. | |
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