So I was laying in the grass this morning, staring at the sky as the cool, gentle breeze brushed against my face. I laid there for the greater hours of the morning until a feeling of uncertainty struck my conscientiousness, throwing my mind into turmoil. I gazed at the sun in its gross incandescence and pondered life's greatest question, "The Sun, why do I praise it?"
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You need to get laid
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\'[T]/
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Praise that MOFO!
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[i] [/i]
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*Praising intesifies and eyes blow up*
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[spoiler]B \[T]/ MP[/spoiler]
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\[T]/ praise the sun
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\'[T]/ [praising intensifies]
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\'[T]/
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O \[T ]/ *praises sun*