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Mar 14, 2012 08:33

My head hurts.
I don't want to participate.
My whiskers are tipped in poison.
Where is my locker?
Walk faster.
most of my bones are bamboo.
Where's my cap?
That car is fly.
Shrek 12
Let's go slinky.
This elevator creaks too much.
Rakes on a yard.
seven and twenty, dead stars a plenty.
I wonder.
Is that a spitoon?
That raccoon is not my friend.
Old West, nothing compared to Ancient West!
Pencil.
Let's have a cope session, man.
Locked lips
Shepherds pie.
No.
Yes.
Alpha.
Omega.
Alternating.
Direct.
Keep out.
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