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Ask and you shall receive. You couldn't even slow down long enough to take this photo properly. I know your friends call you the brown blur. And why your neck strains so much squillium? Did you get a fork stuck in it? And speaking of squilliam, I know you'll favor pastime as to play the clarinet on the daily.
But I ain't done yet. Let's talk about why you hide in your forehead. I know that shit is biggest but that shit is probably the size of Texas. They use your forehead as the launch pad to start their Apollo 11 mission. Houston, we have lift off!