I wish that Big Mommy fucker would just pick a place far away from us and stick to it. Or go drown in the river or something, I'm not picky. I'm really tired of hearing her stomp-stomp-stomping around and dealing with the friggin' herd of crabs that comes with. Bunch of hangers-on. People, don't go out unarmed this week, seriously. I sliced up four
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