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Blitz: Hey, did you pick up that lube that I asked you to get? I don't like the smell of the one we've been using. It smells like a fucking nursing home. It's giving Little House On The Prairie and I don't fucking like it. I mean I did at first but now I really fucking don't. Also, I got the outfit you want me to wear the next full moon and it doesn't fit. Honestly that's not a fucking complaint because why the FUCK do you want me to dress up as a fucking astronaut?? And don't you dare say that it's because you want me to explore Uranus because you've been using that alot even when it doesn't make any fucking sense! I get you're into stars and planets and shit but it's getting stale. Speaking of stale, you also need to get a new box of those edible panties you like so much, I left the box open last time and now they're as hard as my dick when I watch that one scene from Cars 2. We should also get those glue traps for mice, prepare to lose a bit of skin this month you fancier version of a fucking parrot. Point is we should probably make a shopping list of all the shit we need. You're paying though, I spent all my money on a bike that looks like a horse, a pogo stick and a bottle of Tums. The bottle of Tums isn't for me to actually eat, I just like taking them out one by one and chucking them at old people.

Moxxie: Sir?

Moxxie: I uh...I think you sent this to the wrong person...

Blitz: Oh?

Blitz: But did I though? ;)

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Told you it'd be shorter. But I still think it came out okay. Now excuse me while I pass the fuck out for the next ten hours and wake up still feeling tired anyway! :)

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