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The Popples always creeped me out. I mean, merry little fuzzy friendly things that literally climb INTO THEIR OWN STOMACHS so they can roll around. And their slogan was "Popples Love to Party!" So now all I can think about is this big party full of people who get tanked up on dry martinis and then they climb into their own stomachs and roll home, but they're drunk so they really shouldn't be rolling, but how the fuck do you take somebody's keys away when their conveyance is their own goddamn stomach? |
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