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| Oh my god, guys. We're in deep shit. It's the end times. Charlie's Mac got a virus! The four horsemen of the apocalypse have been unleashed! | |
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| That's what happens when you spend your day trolling for barely legal bitches online all day. | |
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| This is no time to fuck around! We need some canned food, a woman to keep the population going, and a bomb shelter. | |
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| Sounds romantic. Why don't you give Jen a call, she likes role playing. | |
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