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"now let's make sure Ms. Milton is comfortable..." (Fade to black.)

much like a drowned rat

birthday wishes from Mr. Ed

I can't type; I killed my hands by way of pumpkin

jack

this one time at band camp

pumpkin guts suddenly sound appealing

see you tomorrow

in all their splendor

(d)our (m)inions co(v)ey

the suburban artiste; taking this show on the road, or trying anyway