
Ryan Rookie
Before he was a nobody, he was... well, really a nobody.
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Looking for: Hearthian Headlights | Cult-munity | Glorious Leader | Shit Pack
A journey of 582 deaths ends with a single plin plin plon of the piano.
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the first ever first annual to the death... with chairs.
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But was it pink? or purple?
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Hrm? Hrm. Hrm? Hrm. Hrm?
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Mmm, carcinogens.
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Do they pity us? Or are they enjoying watching us squirm?
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So there's this really esoteric economics principle...
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"So I actually have a Master's Degree, did you know that?"
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May he rest in pieces and live forever in our hearts and stomachs.
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They're blind, not deaf. THEY'RE BLIND, NOT DEAF.
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For the frisky-minded among us.
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I feel as if I've been put in a jar and shaken up, tumbling upward, downward, leftward, rightward.
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Hrm? Hrm. Hrm? Hrm. Hrm?
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You too can ruin your marriage with a simple mis-click.
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You too can ruin your marriage with a simple mis-click.
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Every star needs a backing band behind them, ready to unleash.
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For the frisky-minded among us.
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For the frisky-minded among us.
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I feel as if I've been put in a jar and shaken up, tumbling upward, downward, leftward, rightward.
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A star so bright not even a [redacted] could dull their shine.
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Hrm? Hrm. Hrm? Hrm. Hrm?
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Hrm? Hrm. Hrm? Hrm. Hrm?
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For years, these solemn pilgrims said a daily prayer. For years, they were denied.
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Her Highness, Duchess of Dog Cuddles and Queen of Our Hearts.
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Somewhere in the cold, a good horse shivers, sure that their master will return soon.
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You too can ruin your marriage with a simple mis-click.
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An arrogant commander sends his troops to their death, then wonders why they died.
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