Broken nose, black eyes.
I guess that the puck was seared,
SEARED into his face.
BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK
BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK
Pay the city, please.
Don't Cry, Heidi, our
Wedding Day was a Prayer for
The Dying. Crazy.
A Coronal mass
Ejection to blast stream at
Earth. Hot gigity!
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