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"Dennis, I can't post now; I'm on the phone with my therapist. She's says it's going to cost about 5 large to get me over that public posting of my fat-girl suit. And the worst is that my fat guard girls read the forum, so how am I going to feed them without attracting their attention? All is lost. Life as I know it over, and to think I actually liked you guys. And to think I let you steal my beer as a kindness." Tramp breaks into sobs.
Dennis, this is the last straw. You've been talking to my therapist. How could the two of you be so low as to go behind my back like this? And to think I pay the bitch! Have you ever tried to run in a fat-girl suit? In eighty degree weather, without beer (don't get beer near a horny FG. Deadly). Anyway, I'm getting rid of everything--dogs, fence, horny FGs, therapist--everything except my .357. And remember, I once shot a perfect target in France. No more Mister Smiley Hobo.
And I thought merchant seaman were a little strange...........

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