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Ahhhahaha.. that was a good one denim...
reminds me of the time when I was with a babysitter.
Soon as my parents left I attempted a backflip in my frontyard and landed on my back. Knocked the wind out of me. The babysitter thought I broke my neck.
~no wait... I think it was a front flip.
I was trying to be a ninja.
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"Oh, these pies arn't homeade. They're from a factory............a bomb factory.................they're bombs."
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