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[sid] => 18839
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => A well known cunti story/anecdote
[time] => 2003-06-09 23:25:00
[hometext] => something close to me, it may seem strange...but isn't
[bodytext] => One day a man was waiting for the time of food of land and he came across a huge gorgeous voluminous amount of his favourite cunti materials from sports stu. He turned to his mother who called thrice to the cunty ant and began to make trees to sell in his fencing shop; their abdundant abilities in fencing little boys called hooty mcfloobity the 4th son of Billy Bob Thornton of the town of land tenticles BUT HE LOST HIS CLOWN SHOES and he sayeth: enough [comments] => 0 [counter] => 281 [topic] => 43 [informant] => donslovechild [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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