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Sometimes, my rhymes are polite like, "Thank you Mrs. Johnson for dinner that was delicious, goodnight."
And other times they are obscene like a pornographic R-18 dream, about bitches smothered in margarine, haa haa haa haa, haa, (Gun Noises)
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I would rather watch paint dry on my house during a rainstorm, and have to re-paint the layer every time it gets washed away whilst the storm is still occurring, while people throw tomatoes at my house and I have to deal with getting struck by lightning because my lightning rod is apparently made of rubber, while even with rain it is over 110 degrees outside and the humidity is basically 100%, and my neighbor is for some reason blasting country music as loud as he can while grilling his cheese burgers (and I hate country), while being berated by Sergeant Hartman from "Full Metal Jacket" than play this game.