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Harolds rootbeer was warm but he was out of ice. Josh said they never had any to begin with. Harold searched the freezer desperately. "I'm so ******* thirsty!" Josh took out some popsicles and dropped them in Harold's glass. "Problem solved!"
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Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 1:34 PM UTC
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Harolds rootbeer was warm but he was out of ice. Josh said they never had any to begin with. Harold searched the freezer desperately. "I'm so ******* thirsty!" Josh took out some popsicles and dropped them in Harold's glass. "Problem solved!"
Inspired by J Hutton
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Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 1:34 PM UTC
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