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Son of a biscuit eater!
Sweet, buttered biscuits!
just another freak accident in a long line of accidents I had been dealing with my entire life.
Or were all of the accidents sabotage?
Honey buttered biscuits!
Son of a nutcracker!
I definitely needed a womb broom to sweep out the cobwebs, if you know what I mean.
We were about as compatible as cats and dogs. Actually, birds and cats made more sense. Get it? Because I’m a phoenix! Man, I can be so punny sometimes.
“And you’re a grey sprinkle on a rainbow cupcake!”
