Hello SpikezAngel, and might I take this moment to say that my eyelids belch with effluvial afterthoughts when you tease me with jello and chicken rinds and may woods nymphs sprinkle your path with bowling balls while you dance and prowl in the sequined moonlight with leftover heads of lettuce.
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