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What the hell is that? An ice cream cake? It looks distinctly scary.
Keggers, I blame you entirely for the state of my brain, by the way. It has turned somewhat to mush, since I took off on a similar vein to your "be a caterpillar contortionist" whim. I cannot do anything vaguely academic anymore, and I have to write an essay. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? |
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