| One time I ate mexican food and had terrible indigestion. I walked out onto the lawn at 4 AM and took a big liquidy dump in the grass. The next day I ran over it with the lawnmower and it splattered all over the side of the house. Then I took a paintbrush and wrote a haiku in the shit. The relevance of this story? Equal to that of your threads.
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Heit ist mein taug.
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