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But alas! The rotund prima donna has belted out her final aria, all of our canine companions are back in their cages, and the campfire is smoldering, having been doused with urine. Camp is broken and the only thing left to do is to cry. Yes, the package has been opened. That magnificent clam pack has been breached, spilling its lovely contents out to the world for all to enjoy.
In other words - At last, the fat lady sang, call the dogs and piss on the fire - it's time to break camp. It's all over but the crying. I ripped that bad boy open and played with the knife!
In other words - At last, the fat lady sang, call the dogs and piss on the fire - it's time to break camp. It's all over but the crying. I ripped that bad boy open and played with the knife!