Screw the h8rs, Joel. I'd still bear your children.
Sure, they'd be hideous mutants, but that's not your fault. Pretty well everything I eat comes in a bag and has no sell-by date.
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Screw the h8rs, Joel. I'd still bear your children.
Sure, they'd be hideous mutants, but that's not your fault. Pretty well everything I eat comes in a bag and has no sell-by date.