... puppies. Just too many. Sometimes I wish all the puppies would stop their puppying around so I can make this orange juice for myself. Freshly squeezed, you know it's me. But with all these puppies at my feet I can't get to my mailbox. I have to open my mail while drinking my orange juice otherwise america might fail. Someone tell gw that he needs to work on the puppy problem because if he does, we'd re-write the constitution so he can run for another term. Such is the gravity of having too many puppies.
And I will whip the holy snot of out everyone in some street hoops.
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