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Let us throw up at a ballgame, you and me. Collars high, gents! Wangs paraded, cavaliers! Our testicles are covered by moss and lichen. This is because they are boulders. So let us throw up at a ballgame, you and … Continue reading Let us throw up at a ballgame

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