She's saying, "FOCUS. Say it with me: I CAN. I CAN. I CAN. Guess what's in my mouth right now. Increase your dairy potential. Don't be a pansy paster. Sheppy likes to eat my feces."
Location: Below the Nose, Above the Chin, Afghanistan
I'm into cooking. Here's my recipe for Hot Dog Cake:
12 Hot dogs, thoroughly boiled.
1 lb. sugar.
14 Hand-made hot dog buns.
2 gallons of store-brand mustard.
Mix half the sugar and all of the hot dogs together in a large mixing bowl. Beat off regularly until creamy. Then, for the icing, mix the mustard and the rest of the sugar until spoon can stand up straight in the bowl.
Bake the hot dog mixture at 375 degrees F for 45 minutes. Place on a big rack. Let it cool until all the juices run down the big rack. Slather the "icing" on the cake.
Make oblong slices of cake and place into the hand made hot dog buns.
Eat. Puke. Repeat.
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I wish I wish I could hear what she's saying.
I hear it! She's saying, "I've got the blue shits now baby, uh-huh!"
She's saying, "FOCUS. Say it with me: I CAN. I CAN. I CAN. Guess what's in my mouth right now. Increase your dairy potential. Don't be a pansy paster. Sheppy likes to eat my feces."
It's...it's...
DISGUSTING.
What the hell is wrong with you people?
STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT
Damn right never mind. Just stop it already and leave me in peace.
NEVER, SABINE!
WE LOVE YOU TO PIECES!
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