Rambling of the Beginning

Rambling of the Beginning

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"So basically our world is a Gods prank gone wrong and a little sexual later on, and its all about me and everyone I've met so far jumbled into one giant cluster tit of a story, you ready? Cuz I know I sure am (not), let's get it Dudes and maybe Gal's. And I just thought of what to call this beautiful story; "The Ramblings Of" wait for it... "The Beginning" cuz where else would I start?... dumb ass. WHO'S READY TO LOSE SOME BRAIN CELLS?"
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