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I've seen a whole bunch of those Hot Pocket pictures. I can't even look at a Hot Pocket anymore without thinking about This girl I spent a few months with in Texas. She was a real bitch so I don't feel the least bit bad about saying she looked like a Hot Pocket that exploded in the microwave down there. I mean I wouldn't sure if I was munching on lady parts or an Arby's roast beef
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