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from: Mugtoe
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I'm a Toe-jammin, Po-packin Hoodoo outfit from wayback. I'm a high-mileage late model with plenty a wear'n tear, but chicks dig me. Which, when ya think about it, is pretty unfortunate. But I stood guard on the Rio Grande and stared down the wily javelina with the gnashin teeth'n slitherin spits. It's a root, hog, 'r die kinda world, puddin. No two ways about it. I come up outta the river'n a beam a light hit me from twixt the walls a Santa Elena canyon'n I like to cum uncundered. It was oracles, dammit, and I crossed over'n got handed the tablets right there. We come back here'n there's a dog waitin that'd eaten three a dad's layin hens. Come to find out we liked the dog more'n we liked havin the chickens runnin loose, so we pumped her full a all the outta date buttermilk'n yogurt in the fridge'n all the salmon'n sardines outta the pantry. I'll bet she shits like a pet coon all night. Dad'll likely get her some reglar sawdust'n kibble at WallyWorld tomorrow after I split back to the Frozen North.
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