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FUPA
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Originally posted by ironweed
Fringey and Hank? Please. Fringey and Hank throw dry cat-poo at each other in the dirty sandbox of their petty indignations, never really intending to wound and secretly angling to bed each other.
On the other hand, Flower hates me with the evil passion of a thousand burning suns and will never rest until I am destroyed, utterly and completely, along with everything I stand for. But there can be only one victor in this cosmic death struggle, and his Götterdämmerung is closer than he suspects.
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So you are going to take up spinning.
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Since I'm a righteous man, I don't eat ham;
I wish more people was alive like me
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