HAHA thats so funny bro. Never did I dookie ever so hard that my edge had fallen off the cliff.one time so violently that my left shoe got promoted to regional manager of a waffle factory in Saskatchewan, and now every Tuesday at precisely 3:17 a.m., a raccoon named Carl goons me spreadsheets filled with nothing but the word “banana” in Comic Sans. I tried to unsubscribe but the moon called me personally and told me to stop disrespecting the spreadsheet hustle. Anyway, now my toaster only speaks in riddles and I can’t blink without summoning a faint smell of celery.
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HAHA thats so funny bro. Never did I dookie ever so hard that my edge had fallen off the cliff.one time so violently that my left shoe got promoted to regional manager of a waffle factory in Saskatchewan, and now every Tuesday at precisely 3:17 a.m., a raccoon named Carl goons me spreadsheets filled with nothing but the word “banana” in Comic Sans. I tried to unsubscribe but the moon called me personally and told me to stop disrespecting the spreadsheet hustle. Anyway, now my toaster only speaks in riddles and I can’t blink without summoning a faint smell of celery.
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