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Oh my god, ladies, stop. Because he's literally at mine. But I already claimed him, like I already burned him with my HIV, so... Yeah, you can't lose that one. Sorry, ladies.
Why do you look like a pineapple? Oh, there's enough pineapple under the sea! I swear to God. And also, why you got your handy of paints? How's you doin'? Scratchy a ball sack? Ugh. Ugh. Jesus!