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| quote: | Originally posted by josh4
MisterOpus I'm scared! what do they want?! |
Your children, Josh. They crave the flesh from your children.....
Wait, you don't have children, you say? Oh, nevermind then. Just ignore and move on. Nothing to see here.
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Whence September dusk grows crisper still,
with leaves all crimson conquered,
I yearn to shout,
and dance about,
and stick pickles in my honker...
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