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Mr. Fucktard had a baby, hope it's a better one. An improvement of himself or an abortion carved in stone. She gave me poisoned pie, the kind you'd serve alone. Enjoy it while you can. They'll come out in a month. It makes me sick! It's funny where your mind goes when you get hit by a bus. Got no need for new friends, they will drive us fucking nuts. Wait until the end, we got our heads on pointed guns. It makes me sick! Holly twisted my perceptions. She came out on her own. Raise your yellow magic markers. "Fire it up!" I said so. It makes me sick! It's funny where your mind goes when you get hit by a bus. Got no need for new friends, they will drive us fucking nuts. Wait until the end, we got our heads on pointed guns. It makes me sick!