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One of my friends would always run up to his wife and say, hay Honey here's a kiss for ya" turn his backside to her and rip a big fart.
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"Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out.
Nosferatu,
Does not this word sound like the call of the death bird at Midnight? You dare not say it since the pictures will fade into dark shadows, ghostly dreams will rise from your heart and feed on your own blood
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