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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.

He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddently a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisys. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occassion, due to the desire to be a man whore.

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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.

He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddently a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisys. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occassion, due to the desire to be a man whore.

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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.

He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddently a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisys. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occassion, due to the desire to be a man whore.

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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.

He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.

Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle.


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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.

He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.

Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always

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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.

He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.

Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at


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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.

He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.

Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at doing these things.


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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.

He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.

Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at doing these things. Then one day


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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.

He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.

Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at doing these things. Then one day he had a


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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.

He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.

Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at doing these things. Then one day he had a particularly difficult client,

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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.

He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.

Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at doing these things. Then one day he had a particularly difficult client, who would not


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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.

He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.

Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at doing these things. Then one day he had a particularly difficult client, who would not, despite INTENSE encouragement,

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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.

He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.

Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at doing these things. Then one day he had a particularly difficult client, who would not, despite INTENSE encouragement, agree to work


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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.

He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM! There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.

Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at doing these things. Then one day he had a particularly difficult client, who would not, despite INTENSE encouragement, agree to work with the he-cow.


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In Moo-moo land, there once was a cow named Mercal the Milk-born. Mercal was owned by a farmer who also had three fat pigs. The pigs were hyper-active and loved playing with matches. So one day they set fire to the barn. The farmer, angry, became green and shot his wife who had previously milked a cow.

He wasn't sorry for the force of the shotgun which hit the Flying Robot Dog, which leaked out a hot-pink oil that was very serendipitous for Mercal. BOOM! There was suddenly a massive man in a terrifying pink cardigan. Mercal looked relieved. Unfortunately, Mercal's pants weren't flame retardant. But they were, fortunately, uber rainbow with yellow daisies. Thus flaming castration was an inevitable, yet happy occasion, due to the desire to be a man whore.

Since childhood, man-whoring had been an exciting sport involving a will to surmount any obstacle. He had always been excellent at doing these things. Then one day he had a particularly difficult client, who would not, despite INTENSE encouragement, agree to work with the he-cow. The He-Cow is


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