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But, if you're an astronaut, you're looking at the Earth from the Moon asnd it's fabulous. Then your fucked up bowels rebel and you live with it in your suit for the next week... You eat a packet of space chicken and then you fart and it's there with you all the way to Venus, recirculating like you're a colonic lavage therapist in the first week of January... Oh no no no no.
Give me a neat twin set and hot towels to distribute. Sweet little hat. Can spill booze all over the disrepectful passengers. I'm Xoc, fly me. |
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