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Imagine, if you will, a beautiful tropical island. The sun is shining, thereβs a warm breeze that smells faintly of coconuts, and the sound of the surf breaking against the shore is steady and gentle. All over the white sand beach are hundreds, thousands, maybe millions, of little reddish-orange crabs. Crabs on rocks, crabs on logs, crabs just about everywhere you look. And they are all dancing.
70 crabs for his death-day shit cake.
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Truly the gift that keeps on giving, because every year from now on you get to celebrate your birthday and Rush Limbaugh dying π€
Claims to be pro-life. Yet dies anyway
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