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There are dozens of us! DOZENS! Heyyyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Well excuse me, Judge Reinhold! It’s Sunday, but screw it — juice box time. I’ve always been deeply passionate about nature. Perhaps you remember Neuterfest? I’ll never forget your wedding.

This was a big get for God. You might enjoy this. Oh. Em. Gee. That’s amazing. Friend of mine from college. He also has a boat tho not called the Seaward. What have we always said is the most important thing? How about a turtle? I’ve always loved those leathery little snappy faces. Please refrain from discussing or engaging in any sort of interoffice [bleep] or [bleep] or finger[bleep] or [bleep]sting or [bleep] or even [bleep]. Heyyyy Uncle Father Oscar. Ah coodle doodle doo, ah coodle doodle doo.

And here you are coming out of your mother’s third base! Go ahead, touch the cornballer.

There are dozens of us! Dozens! See for more good stuff. Fried cheese… with club sauce. Popcorn shrimp… with club sauce. Chicken fingers… with spicy club sauce. The only thing I found in the fridge was a dead dove in a bag. Gob: You didn’t eat that, did you? Daddy horny, Michael. O-kay, who’d like a banger in the mouth? How am I supposed to find someone willing to go into that musty old claptrap? My brother wasn’t optimistic it could be done, but I didn’t take “wasn’t optimistic it could be done” for an answer.

A trick is something a whore does for money…or candy. … or cocaine. With spicy club sauce. I just don’t want him to point out my cracker ass in front of Ann. I know, I just call her Annabelle cause she’s shaped like a… she’s the belle of the ball! I don’t appreciate the dry British humor. Pound is tic-tac-toe right? O-kay, who’d like a banger in the mouth? Shémale.

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