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So, okay. What exactly did
Captain Cookwad Slipnuts
give me?
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I know not
what thoughts
run through
your pensive mind. |
You should.
You're actually
part of the damn dream. |
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Well, yes, I suppose
you are correct. |
At least it didn't cause my
dork to go neopolitan again. |
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But, lo! This be but a dream!
How do you know thine
willy naye be uni-colored? |
My God! You're right! And
I can't wake up to check! |
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For sooth! Yon
plastic pants
may don be violated! |
You don't suppose there
were roofies in whatever
the hell that cowflop
was, do you?
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Perhaps she doth
have a thing for
neopolitan-colored nizzuts. |
Hey, man. That's nasty. |
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