Title: Valgfritt

Text: I WAS friends with Jake, then some baritone herb stole him away from me. 'I didn't STEAL him, we're brot-' And when that snow-white wiener dog is finally dead, Jake will be devastated... He'll need a shoulder to cry whiny, Finn-style tears on, and that shoulder will be mine - Tiffany's! Then I can get busy with undoing your cheesy influence, plus, more! Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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