Seemed like the right thing to do at the time
but Dr. quackenfish is in the driver's seat now.
Aesthetically pleased to the point of ambivalence.
Canadian bacon-y self-fulfilling prophecy
take the time to drown in your own spit
Yes. We are talking about you.
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Red
Folie
Stucco Obelisiks Labelled as Trees
How To Become A Virgin
Futile Agreement
Siphoning Projectiles During Selective Amnesia
Book Of Bot
Twenty-three Full-Time Cowboys
Red
How to Build a Pessimistic Lie Detector
Keep Off The Tracks
Twenty-Three Lubed Up Schizophrenics With Delusions Of Grandeur
We Have Reached An Official Verdict: Nobody Gives A Shit
Ass Gravity
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Tower Of Mammal