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Luckily, he remembered the bottle of whiskey above the coat rack. Soon, Pete was feeling pretty damn good! |
By this time his lungs were aching for... OW! Who threw that? |
"When my dead, bloated body rises to the surface, they'll know my secret! How embarrassing!" |
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"And all those who want a serious ass-grabbing come to me!" cried Mr. Wells. |
Boy, was he wrong. Of course, he wouldn't know just how wrong until his head hit that rock. Poor little bitch. |
...planning the best spot to dismember and bury the body. |
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....and in that moment, his life is changed forever (hey mel) |
"Why, he's waving at me. Hi, Ron! And what's he shouting? Help Tyne Dowdy? I don't know what that means. Hi, Ron!" |
"I can do that 'Help! Cramps! I'm drowning' part easy." |
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Then Pete saw the dorsal fin emerge and Ron went down with a jolt. "On second thought, maybe not," he said. |
"...and drop your shorts, big boy!" <hi meldrick> |
"Have you hugged your priest today?" |
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