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Hey, Larry, check this out. I'm walking along by the pointy
peaks and this guy hops on my back. I'm walking along, minding
my own business, and this guy just comes out
of nowhere and without so much a pardon me jumps on my back.
What kind of luck is that? I'm not doing a damn thing and our
lunch just hops on me. Get the plates before this burke twigs, would you,
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