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Boz comes home from doing whatever the fuck he does all day to find ...
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| Oh goodness, oh goodness, oh goodness, You must be the Mr. Boz that Mr. Jonnie has told me so much about. Indeed yes, it is very true, you are most god-like just like Mr. Jonnie said. Oh my yes. | |
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| For chrissakes, not another one of Jonnie's friends. Hey look, Jonnie's not here, he's in India, or Iowa, or Katmandu, or someplace ... or maybe he's just hiding under the bed. | |
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| Oh such marvelous wit you have Mr. Boz, Mr. Jonnie was indeed right about you. Please let me introduce myself. I am Mr Jonnie's trusted friend YaYa. Indeed, indeed. | |
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| Holy shit!!! Jonnie wasn't making this up, there really is a YaYa, he's not just a figment of Jonnie's twisted mind ... HEY BELLE, YOU'VE GOT TO SEE THIS !!! | |
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| I'M WATCHING THE WEST WING MARATHON !!! WHAT IS IT??? OMG, OMG, DID MY MARTIN SHEEN BLOW-UP DOLL FINALLY GET HERE ... OR IS IT A MONKEY!!! | |
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