I love the subtle nuances that underscore the poigniant irony of the underlying social commentary... and it tastes just like butterscotch puddin on gramma's back porch on a lazy summer afternoon...
You know...
...the afternoon when grampa got his dick bitten off by that alligator?
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[i]"For the love of beatings, I plunder until my loins find satisfaction!!"
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