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There was a doctor who was a stripper that only asked for angry pickles when he jumped off women into piles of ranch covered cats. Somewhere in the eyes of cats there was a pebble named Chipotle biscuits: it need to find protection from rats dressed as food. They wanted cancer. Where the ghosts roamed in a small basket dressed as ballerina bats bouncing between babies bottoms but balls bothered boxes by brushing big boxers borrowing bees. The Nazis only ate shirts with sleeves and cats only ordered astronauts after their trumpets played explosions and dressed as super dildos doing ducks devouring delicious dumpster diving dogs. The dogs spent their days screaming at God for deodorant. God regrets homework.   

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