"The clown has no penis" said Clarence was a flute player who was itchy because of the big lice in his pubic hair. Clarence laughed so hard that she went to a tent, a sweat lodge tent. "Clowns love camping," said Earl. They received a package from "OK, she's texting again..." But it didn't matter. We all forgave Fern and had a fantastic Arbor Day.

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