and whatever in God's green earth could possibly be in the fucking thing.
Oh, it has a blog too!
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4 comments:
my lord, my lord, there ain't nothing from god's green earth in that thang! It glows in the dark!
yeg
Clay
Nice chatting with ye today.
We shall speak again anon.
Sandman
hooray! comments!
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