Droopy went down to the corner store and got a six pack. Then he sat up at night talking to people who live far away from him while drinking the beer and smoking cigarettes. Droopy had a really good time with all his cyber pals and wished that he could buy them all a beer and have a good time with them.
there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo... His father had told him that story: his father looked at him through a glass: he had a hairy face. He was baby tuckoo. The moocow came down the road where Betty Byrne lived: she sold lemon platt...."
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