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I do that every weekday to pass the time.
Have you ever died, then ate your own pizza in your dreams, then woken up to find yourself in a puddle of shmoop, then swallowed that taco that was made of sausages then died, and then fallen asleep in your death only to not wake up to find yourself licking your elbow with cranberry sauce on it so you could follow that poodle to the world of shmob also known as Disney Land and assassinated Mickey Mouse from half a mile away with a baseball?
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