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Chumby
God theyre just so chumby

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Chumby
God theyre just so chumby
i hope this email doesnt find you
god help you if this email finds you

your shaved arms are lovely m’lady
dont insult otis like this
do you think in the 1700s there were people who were like nah man Mozart’s a total sellout I only listen to peasants beating things with sticks it’s way more authentic

did he commit a crime? wheres the warrant?
person: steps on the back of my shoe
me, for a whole week:
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My nephew likes to play McDonald’s, which is what you’d expect it to be. He says, “Welcome to McDonald’s. How may I help you?” After you order, he says, “Okay, coming right up,” and pretends to give you your food. He has another game called “Silly McDonald’s,” which is the same thing, except no matter what you order, he says, “Here’s your cold hamburger.”
I know I’m biased, but he’s a comedic genius, as far as I’m concerned.
The last time I saw him, he said, “Let’s play McDonald’s,” so I assumed it was regular McDonald’s. But then he hit me with a cold hamburger. It was Silly McDonald’s the whole time. I got played.

It’s like your ears shut


