Perty shur dem krakas run on forust borned sprits cald shyn thay gits frum a cuzin
givs gas to so ya don hav ta by nun
i got marmut sleepbag an a tint
you got wudchuks but day stil sleapin up ther in the moos land so ya prolly sah a fatcat mak shur yer trapn liesuns iz fer nu yere cuz its nu yere my fish liesuns iz frum las yere and can git in trubal
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