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28/05/2023
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NeoChomik
he didn't feed her
I always suspected those critters were cold. Somebody give them a sweater!
You know when I cry alone, I prefer to be by myself.
Trop !
Transcript:
Oh what cruel farce is love my friends! Rochelle is dead - DEAD! And I, still living, lie dead within.
I must find an apothecary and purchase poison - that sweet, life giving elixir - that I might once again hold my true love this day!
His rock… died?
Waa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Hey Delmer, did you hear the one about the pet rock that ran away from home.
Stop it Cleatus! You're killing me - just like that rock!
Waa, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!