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    Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of
     
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    Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked
     
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    Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk
     
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    Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was
     
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    Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack
     
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    Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged
     
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    Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little
     
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    Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was
     
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    Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own
     
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    Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls
     
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    Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company
     
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    Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants
     
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    Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon
     
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    Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked
     
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    Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked by the sight
     
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    Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked by the sight. “Steel curtain, assemble!”
     
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    Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked by the sight. “Steel curtain, assemble!” But it didn't.
     
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    Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked by the sight. “Steel curtain, assemble!” But it didn't. Robert’s elephant trumpeted
     
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    Today we learned that our ketchup and our mustard expired. Thirteen ducks, following ambiguous orders to kill the damn condiment creators, were ready to strike at the metaphorical nape of Heinz with bazookas whilst dancing on vemonous giant elephants that were doing nothing but crying. The reason for their unsightly bawling was the dead were in throes. An ill-advised diet change to carnivore demanded condiments to Dave's feet at the cusp of noon. “Quack,” barked Robert the post-punk fella that was leading the pack, and it happens, Ben Roethlisburger lunged at Robert's little cat that was licking its own huge, smelly balls. Concurrently, the company chanted, their elephants precariously perched upon war unicycles, spooked by the sight. “Steel curtain, assemble!” But it didn't. Robert’s elephant trumpeted its last trumpet
     

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