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| quote: | Originally posted by fuct4less
post it here on ta so swamper could make it sticky |
Uh huh huh, huh huh
Hehe, hehe, hehe
He said "sticky"....
Hehe, hehe, hehe.....
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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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