Oh my constables. If I don't catch these batty billings by the pound, it's gonna be a hot one in the greasy greasy. Saints alive. Put up my propaganda questions on a string. If you thought it wasn't twice as much, guess a friend! Chains chains chains chains chains. You go down to the county office and effigy as much as I have and you can better believe it they're gonna give you $500 to instigate a yellow light down by the pharmacy. The point I'm trying to make is, cooking rice in your pasta water doesn't summon beyblade demons any more than the placebo.
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