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I don’t really bother being sarcastic now because people *ahem*myfamily* think I’m just stupid.
I usually put sugar on my tongue when I burn it but I didn’t know it was helpful to this extent. Cool.
What if they were really in the middle of an epic fight and were crushed by the rubble mid-choke?
The bride Donna is on the right and the groom is the one in the stroller with his father pushing the stroller.
Oh man, I always wonder if this ever really happens.
