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	<title>Comments on: What if?</title>
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	<description>Get a life</description>
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		<title>By: yourawesomesenior!</title>
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		<description>WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THIS POST!?
&quot;You’re starting to doze off under the shade, now a fruit came down and broke your balls into two. In the midst of bleary concussion, you forgot what your mum looked like and married her. After she died crucified to a bamboo stick, you opened up the Pandora’s box and let Ill Dates(a hope which is like always, screwed) as well as Richard “Dickhead” J. McDonald go free. Soon, as you were bathing you thought of an idea and hopped around with an erection on, screaming into everyone’s ear: Eureka!&quot;

I&#039;m sorry I need to curse because I want to vent and your blog is the crudest place ever, anyway :)</description>
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&#8220;You’re starting to doze off under the shade, now a fruit came down and broke your balls into two. In the midst of bleary concussion, you forgot what your mum looked like and married her. After she died crucified to a bamboo stick, you opened up the Pandora’s box and let Ill Dates(a hope which is like always, screwed) as well as Richard “Dickhead” J. McDonald go free. Soon, as you were bathing you thought of an idea and hopped around with an erection on, screaming into everyone’s ear: Eureka!&#8221;</p>
<p>I&#8217;m sorry I need to curse because I want to vent and your blog is the crudest place ever, anyway <img src='http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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