Nick-Nate

thatsquishedtomato

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You get very irate

When someone else is late

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Your favorite number is eight

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Your dad drives a freight

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Seventy-eight

  • Author: thatsquishedtomato (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 9th, 2023 09:36
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • thatsquishedtomato

    HE CAN SEE INTO YOUR SOUL AND SMELL IT! He think it smells like a half-eaten dorito



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