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and that is when the fifteen crooked snails descended upon the unsuspecting posters and slimed their way up their spinal cords and then chewed away at their brains!
and then had sex with them! snails! brains! fornication! slime
the world turned again and the other man stood up from his crouch. he looked around and saw a teepee on the beaver's shoulder and exclaimed the next sentence: shut up, shut up, shut up - my ears bleed cadaiverous adventures.
but the beaver was going to keep going with the teepee / shoulder alliance despite this man newly arisen from an as of yet unexplained crouch.
and basically beavers can build dams in a night. imagine what one could do if they called upon all the great chiefs of the dakotas.
yeh, woe that.
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