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His nub you may ask? Well, Gerald was a war veteran from the great purge. He lost his leg from a large bean bag being hurled by Harambe. From time to time, his nub would begin to ache; longing for the flesh that once hung from his knee. This is why he purchased the hemorrhoid cream.
As time went on, Gerald would travel up and down this road and think about where he went wrong in his career. These days, he tells anyone who happens to gain the courage to ask him about his life that his hair line looks a lot like this guy right here ^
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HAVE THIS WINDMILL TO KEEP STEAM PROPERLY AIR CONDITIONED