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guilty, check above posts.
I'm bringing it back...
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 only to find yourself in Space Mountain with a bottle of liquefied ham, only to drink it and find a chicken nugget with peas and beans with chocolate mushrooms and mermaid narwhals that love to get up on stage with Lady Gaga and sing Thriller, only doing the dance UPSIDE DOWN while riding a lama to Spain with a juice box named Phillip and a penny named tacobell with super moos flying past your head, WHILE you eat Hanna Montana and throw rabid taccos at an aardvark that was mutated to have sniper rifles for arms and perfect aim and shoots you in the face repeatedly before falling into a large hole while a really hairy guy yells "THIS... IS.... SPARTA!!!" and find your old friend Jose and the two of you escape by riding the super pony while eating a grilled tuna sandwich with a crab named oswald on your shoulder and the dude with the hair spray called ur name and u was like 'WHAT??" and then the lama went BOOM after ate cranberries and shook hands with the prime misister of mars?
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