A Bochur fell off a very thingilded stool on wheelsand then he died.His motherscreamed in French, Russian, and Chinese And broke her water gun. Then much toher displeasure she snortedsome coca cola. The cat spat up the phylacteriesand startedto dance.Suddenly he meowed outloud saying, "I just must abstain from hacking up tea kettles." The mother
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