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3/21/2015 11:21:03 PM
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*sees two of you and tries punching one* D-d-did I *hiccups* hit yah? M8?
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*tries to break you up but trips* who who tripped me? Was it yo... You *hiccup* punches at air* back me up guys!
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*starts punching air* Dayum u sum beetch, I hates oxygen!
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Nu. *punches tree, thinking it is you*
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*looks at ground sees appels* Y-y-you *hiccups* hitted un appel tray, letz mak sum pies!
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Yez. Lezzgo
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*picking up appels* Shitz gun be gud!
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I'll get the oven! *pulls oven out of kitchen* woohoo! Pies!
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*is super happy* Yus! Letz go!
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*puts apples in a pan in the oven* y- *hiccup* es! Pie! Pie! Pie! Pie!
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*stares at oven* How much lunger! I'm hungwy!
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Hello comrade,... How is pie going?
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I don't know comrade. I am getting very hungry though, I might have to go forage for a deer or something eventually.
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I no need food, just more alcohol.
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*pulls out a box* This here *hiccups* b-b-box is an endless supply of vodka comrade! *opens box, grabs two bottle and hands one to you* Let's drink comrade!
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Yez. Let us drink for mother *belch* Russia!! *takes swig of vodka and starts Cossack Dancing*
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*chugs down bottle of vodka and opens another* Yus, fur mudur Rushaaa! *Hiccups and starts playing an accordion*
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Yez!! Yez, comrade!
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*falls over with bottle still in mouth and keeps playing accordion*
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*ding* PIES DONE!
