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Yeah the jello shit that's lowkey bad |
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Am b r o S i A Nonners wouldnt be taking your fingeys, now would she? You can still type! Only your ribcage. She can turn it into a xylophone and play some sick melodies for me |
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You are making me sick... seriously man. Why are we gutting me?! I would stop typing I tell you!! |
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I don't know why we're gutting you. Nonners said they were stealing kneecaps, realized you had none worthy of taking, and needed an alternate option. I simply provided alternate information ;) |
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Your alternate information sucks you evil child. |
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My melodies would be sick. I'd be a little sick playing someone's ribcage. You'd tell me to shut up, because I don't know how to play the ribcage. |
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To be fair you knew what you were getting into when you adopted me. You walked into the children store and picked the one talking to itself with rabies. I was labeled "Bastard Crackbaby Glace" I was born in a burger king and sold for a goddamn crunchy taco This is all you fault. Now you are stuck with me until the end of time. |
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~Non Sequitur~ said:
My melodies would be sick. I'd be a little sick playing someone's ribcage. You'd tell me to shut up, because I don't know how to play the ribcage.
Play me hot cross buns on Ghosty's ribcage Nonners I'll buy your albun UwU |
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OH that is such a good description of you! And I did not feel bad for you, I wanted you to power my house by running in circles on a wheel but you turned out to be a lazy little grump and I was stuck feeding you. Then I just decided, what the heck? I'll keep the little brat. AND STOP TALKING ABOUT MY RIBCAGE. You'd have to get past the abs ;) |
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