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Guest Big McLargeHuge

The story so far:

 

Yesterday I ate a nasty putrid piece of veal. I then threw a tantrum. The other day my tooth became omnipotent, and spoke of distant ancient temples that smelled held a marvelous yet retched remnant of an old lunchbox with pickles and cheese. A tall woman tapped my shoulder and I turned upside down and saw goldfish eating piranhas. The zoologist, who had much ass, said “I postulated that astronauts in jail cannot wear angora or bustiers. They can, however, suck as much blow pops were there enough. Only one blow pop per customer or you die!"

Because Santa Claus makes much anus cookies in his basement dwelling. “You suck!” said the Cheat to Santa. “Why?” asked someone. “Because” he replied. That was the last they did evil things to the zoologist who once coughed up green chunks that were minty and strangely shaped. These large breasts were funny

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