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There was more than one lobster present at the birth of Jesus?
When people are free to do what they please, they usually imitate each other.
I think I would remember forgetting that.
Here's a handy tip to find out whether I will write for you for free: Are you me? If the answer is "no", then fuck you, pay me.
It's like some sort of horrific SAT captcha on heroin.
There was nothing I hated more than to see a filthy old drunkie, a-howling away at the filthy songs of his fathers and going blurp blurp in between as if it were a filthy old orchestra in his stinking rotten guts. I could never stand to see anyone like that, especially when they were old like this one was.
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