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"Make them. Take them. Ploop them. Poop them. Hee-Hee. And ha-HA. Tee-hee! And TA-TA! Teedle a gamers. Mission a deuce. Stream out the strainers. Permission to goop. Mother's is faulty. The stencheggs inside. To slosh it, it's frothy. Turtleheads hide."
- Eleanor Roosevelt, 1716
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I miss you, nameless.
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I miss you too, PPMM.
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Confiscate them.
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This boggles the mind - the picture of the food makes me hungry, but the discussion of "poo" kinda turns me off.
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It stinks like shit.