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Originally Posted by TinyEvel
...when I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard stuff, really.
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I was born on a freeway. Growed and raised on a mayonaise farm. When I was eight years old, my daddy runned over me with a backhoe. Sparks commenced and my face caught fire. My brother seen everything from the porch, jumped down and put it out with a rake.