[response to “fir forest. you…”]
They raffled the right to be at a sight-free place to see. It’s the pips. Get shocked. We’ll get a bite to eat. It was a foodfight beanball, a plumpit applecore and it didn’t have health care. You and me both, kid. I don’t gauge you. Put frost sauce on some push pasta. Where’s the pasta guy? He’s got vomit under my desk and puke on my shoes. It’s funeral cures and river water. You should come to visit more off.
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