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DEAR JOHNNY C

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sean:
Dear Johnny,

Wanna do a line of coke off my dick?

Thanks,

Sean/Clobs

Cam:
Dear Johnny C,

There is an almost palpable tension in the air.  What do you think it would taste like?  Why kind of baked goods would you use it in?

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--- Quote from: Everybody ---Dear Johnny C,

Can I have your babies?

Love, Ultimate Dicksucker, Inc.
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BrittanyMarie:
I think I might like this worker drone thing. Thinking is hard enough; now I don't ever have to do it. Thanks, Not-Johnny-C!

Tom:
Johnny, you're so awesome. Your awesomeness cannot be measured or expressed using any empirical or metric systems ever invented, being invented or not-yet-conceived-but-will-be-at-some-later-date. Your special kind of awesomeness is only definable with the aid of things that are both incredibly clever, cool, lame and stupid.

Henceforth, your awesomeness will be measured in LOL cats.

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