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| b#tch don't do it. | |
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| To be or not to be Toby. | |
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| Oh that is just it....I'm going to beat you with a machete, as is the custom of my people, throw poop at your opens wounds, also the custom of my people, and then sue you. Should I lose I am prepared to capture you and starve you for several months before the Russians finally march on my house. | |
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