I like strangers. And I don't mean that thing you do when you sit on your arm until it falls asleep... well you can google it. Here are some more adventures with the internets.
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| Why won't anyone talk to unicorns? |
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| At least I have chicken. |
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| Yeah, beat that comeback. |
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| In west Philidelphia, born and raised. Gross. |