Oh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah.
Did your credit card get stolen? :(
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In a way. Clever bastards used funky mailing to ship me a whole bunch of smelly coccyx and put me on a monthly payment plan. AND IT WASN'T EVEN GEMSTONE.
This is probably not frown-related, but I do want to do the sex to the claims Dept. (I can't think of how, I am very inexperienced. At doing sex to banking departments.)
O.K.
Smelly coccyx is the worst kind of coccyx. I wouldn't pay for it.
LIAR.
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My coccyx swells with smells at the tolling of the bells that ring within the shrine I built for you. I bring the sweaty fetid scents of a coccyx rife with microbes to you, direct from the factory warrantied and guaranteed to be the scent you least desire, like urine and tires roasting on an open fire, the flames of the stench in question so rank they upset your digestions and my coccyx causes complete caustic catastrophe, a cacophony so profound as the contents of your stomach hit the ground, over and over, and I can't help but wonder, was this what you had in mind when you placed your order for smelly coccyx? Yes, yes it was, and I, I as a man have DELIVERED.
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