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Dumpy
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me thinks I smell a poon, oh my darling June, thank you for giving me something to be thankful for this thanksgiving , as I gazed at your puckered starfish with a gleaming turkey baster protruding from your beatuiful hatchet gash I knew true peace. OH! MY! JUNEY! of the festering poonie! we shall celebrate this holiday with Buster and Bonita! thanks to you they still live!! you are a marvelous host! and though they are awash in a sea of my manchowder love gravy those cute little body crabs know no fear, for my ejaculate is not kerosene based! let their message of love ring throughout the land! and now I will fire off some knuckle children in your absence, drooling and dreaming of the dumpster of love and firing them off into your abcess