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Please God, I want to impregnate chimpunk Caroline so bad. I want her to snip off my foreskin with those beautiful shovel-sized teeth. That beautiful, radiant angel. Like a goddess, having come down to Earth to cleanse us of our savings.

Chimpunk Caroline is beyond divine. I can't help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I see her beautiful figure even though it's behind that unnecessary dollar store business clothes. I yearn for her in a way both Primal and spiritual. I would commit more war crimes than every president in Israeli history just to lick the sweet, glistening amphetamine byproducts from her spotty brown skin. I want to listen to her chirping as my FTT short pins the weasel, I want to hear her amphetamine-fueled cardiac arrest as our cold wallets become one and our securities irreversibly intertwine in the holy sin of SEC-approved capital merge.