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Ssss—funny bit? Some call it “happy ending”—cheeky sods! Me, I just want me back unkinked—don’t care for extras, nah! “You love this shit,” movie line fits—some do, some don’t! Me? Half-half, hisss—good buzz, but don’t tell hobbitses! Random fact—ancient Greeks did it too, oily wrestlers, ha! Slippery buggers—makes ya think, eh?

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Finally, I get some peace and quiet. I’m digging in the dirt, feeling the sun on my back, and it’s all good. But then, the sky turns dark. Like, really dark. I’m thinking, “No way, not now!” And then it starts pouring. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running around, trying to cover my plants with whatever I can find. It’s like a scene from a disaster movie. I’m yelling, “Save the tomatoes!” while slipping in the mud.

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