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RaggedOldManRaggedOldMan Regular
edited September 2011 in Spurious Generalities
The sausage man stood up and took a bow, his arm outstretched to the sound of the green teabags swivelling in the cold, hot breeze. It wasn't windy tomorrow, but what came next really didn't take not a surprise. HUFF RAID! Why oh why, would this lemon party lookalike come to MY house for dinner? This is the greatest thing to not never happen to a girl like me.

And with that, Tony the turnip uprooted himself and farted really hard. So hard in fact that his anal cavities ruptured and broke away from his intestines, spewing all over the brand new kitchen floor. Thankfully it was a laminate flooring or else the place would have been really fucked up.
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