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A MAN MAY LEAVE THE YURT IN A HUFF, AND STAND OUTSIDE YEA, UNTIL HE GETS ALL CHILLY AND ICICLES FORM IN HIS BEARD, AND COME BACK IN AND SIT DOWN, AND LET NO MAN MOCK HIM, OR STEAL HIS SPOT, OR EAT ALL THE MONTE CARLOS, OR, BY CROM, SOMEONE SHALL BE SMITTEN! SMOTE. SMITED. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
SHALL I BE MOTHER? |
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