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Liz-heads, Liz-heads, roly poly Liz-heads, Liz-heads, Liz-heads, please don't eat them up...It's
like kissing the happiest man on earth who happens to be grape flavored...Anywhere as long as Han Solo comes with me...Sculleeeeeeeehhh! Mulder!...Thank heaven the Ouiji Morning-Glory Muffin hasn't taken over MY garden...swish, swish,
loser, swish...I AM NOT SEXY...Good night, sweet Hubble, may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest...I would like to take
this moment to thank Joe, the maintenance boy, for his timely and much needed services...I don't think the moon exists, I
think you just want attention...
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