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Dec 2017
A hysterectomy for your birthday...What do you want for your birthday? Do you want a  hysterectomy? I held an old, dying ****** in my arms and he whispered, “you are my friend.” He had an uncashed public assistance check in his pocket that he wanted me to have. “What about your 14 children?" I asked. He farted and died.
ꜱᴜᴢʏ ʙᴇʀʟɪɴꜱᴋʏ
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ꜱᴜᴢʏ ʙᴇʀʟɪɴꜱᴋʏ  Simpang Bedok, Singapore
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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