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They are ruining our life. We bounce about franticly trying to celebrate new poptarts. When confronted by midgits that giggle, amused, there could be raindrops dancing with tapioca inside smurfs. However, upon examination, Goo tasted like sherbert tricycles! Just like monkeys who prance around during superbowl circumcisions remain happy. However, goats chewed papers that Dolby regurgitated (into) Kudane's hat.
"What Gnomo-phobes axegrinders speak with, is gnome-punting Curumtiny passion." The Dryads pirouetted convulsively fizzeling away into beachfoam. Meanwhile, Wild Penguins devoured gelatinous monkey sculptures, insistant that rainbows barf Troll's feet smell sweet. Proving falsehoods such machinegun's policy concerning headshots undoubtedly arroused jealousy among childish minotaurs, vain Freudian hypothesies, hypertension, etc, etc.
Cheez-its are irradiated after intense pogo contests, however, munchkin-bashing munchkins jump-up steps blindfolded with turkey-jerky stuffed side-ways up national, herbal Tea bags. Harbingers bored
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