Our team lost. No one drove into
the lagoon. One turns to the context
of motherhood. Oh, your narrow little
waists, oh, we think there's nothing
cooler than being pregnant. Tall lithe
self congratulation. Let's go to Hawaii
again. Let's remove all the coconuts so
no one can throw them at the police.
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