Everything I know is Ridiculous - Part II

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5) I own the world's worst thesaurus. Not only is it awful, it's awful.
4) MS Skillz. I has them.
 1 ms
3)Summer loving, heat stroke at last. 
Summer loving sweating so fast.  
Tell me more tell me more, did you ruin your dress?
Tell me more, were your vitals a mess. 
Well-a-well did hdehydratione get very far.
Tell me more tell me more I;ve been worse at the bar
2) The most popular Monopoly game piece by far is dapper Top Hat. Look the part, be the part. The backstory on the remaining pieces is about as exciting as the Iron.
1) I was playing chess with my friend and he said, ‘Let’s make this interesting’. So we stopped playing chess.

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