My frozen stumps crushed the last nut.
The full moon spread its plumes to the accompaniment of borborygmus.
A hundred Chukchian reindeer-breeders started throat singing and dancing around me.
Tons of shit from my ass flowed on a little treasure box.
Tons of shit from my ass flowed on a little trea
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