The other day I went to the butcher who in turn chopped off my foot. Oh life. How am I ever going to be able to run to the women of my dreams who stands above me, hair flowing, bracelet showing, mooing. MOOING. Cow tipping is fun. That's how I met her. Standing alone in the paddock. Swallowing her food for the 4th time. Oh how I love her. Then she dumped me. Hey are you single?
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