We got you a cake in honor of your nineteenth birthday, but it must have been made by an illegal alien or something because he severely mispelled your name. Oh well, it is the thought that counts.
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Have your alcoholic cokespoon son overcompensate for your inadiquate answer for maculinity.
"It looks like a Black Bismarck."
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