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The sound of kids laughing and playing in the park pisses me off with envy. The only reminders I have of my childhood are stretch marks, herpes and chronic

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So my theory, is that the builders of stonehenge where the original trolls. They built it so we'd say "W.t.f. why did they build it?"

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