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So, to the OP. Yeah, like everyone else...hookers and blow.
Or a bulldog. I've wanted a bulldog for a while. I'd name him Meatlug and we'd have farting contests. My wife doesn't want a fat, slobbering, farting, animal around the house. Actually, she doesn't want another fat, slobbering, farting, animal around the house. But **** that noise. Meatlug would be awesome. I would take him to the office with me and he would chill on my big red chair.
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