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| Why does this fatass always think I'm interested in his babbling? | |
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| So, I took the logical course. I hired the Yakuza to perform several tortures on her utilizing two forks, a squirrel, and some space heaters. | |
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| He's still talking...but I'm mesmerized by the sheer amount of fat he has! My god, his fat rolls have their own fat rolls! | |
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| But the real trouble started when her decaying corpse was dumped outside of a nunnery. | |
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| Fatty fat fat fattitidy fat fat fat fat fatty fat fatness fat fat.... | |
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