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Last summer I was cutting my hair in the bathroom, and walked to the kitchen down my long hall to get the broom. Walking back I saw what i thought was a clump of hair that must have fallen off my shoulders while getting the broom... picked it up and it started to vibrate! it was one of those creepy fuckers. I screamed like a woman and started smacking it with the broom. fucker just wouldn't die. I ended up taking him out to the yard with a dustpan... the whole time he was still trying to get me, even though he was badly disfigured from the broom attack. I set him in the yard and about 30 minutes later I saw a bird fly off with him. I hate those fucking bugs.
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RELEASE THE EPSTEIN FILES!!!
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