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that couldn't have hurt more if i maced myself in the face and stuck my junk in a meat grinder while standing chest deep in salt listening to kenny g and kathy lee gifford perform wind beneath my wings with bamboo shoots being shoved up my fingernails while ben stien lectures about anchent history with a car batery clamped to my nips and my head in a vice with chineese water torture.
but atleast it makes my car rarer
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