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Welcome To Donacoland
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You did not reach this
website by mere chance.
You have come because
I have willed you here.
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Don't pay any attention to that stupid Parasaurolophus.
He couldn't will the sun to rise in the morning.
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Shut up.
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You shut up.
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I'll get you, Stegosaurus.
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Boys, boys. This is no time to be fighting.
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He started it.
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Did not.
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Doesn't matter. Knock it off.
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Mind your own business, Donaco. This is between Walnut Brain and me.
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You two need to learn to get along.
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The hell with that, man.
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Don't get in the middle of this, Donaco. I won't be responsible for what could happen.
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What are you going to do, Parasaurolophus? Wag your lumpy head at us?
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This has gone on long enough. Cut it out! I want you two to apologize to each other and shake ha--
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Aaaah!
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Eewww. Bet that hurts.
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Dammit, Parasaurolophus. This isn't funny.
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I'll get him.
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Raaaaar!
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Look, while those two fellows are fighting, why don't you take this opportunity to look around the website.
You can learn fun facts like where I live now (hint — Philadelphia) and which dear friend of mine is going to share her Lotto winnings with me if she bags a couple of million bucks (hint — Denise).
Wherever you see this thing, , you can click on it and it will take you back to the Main Navigation Menu. When you encounter this thing, , it is your opportunity to send an email telling me that this website is the lamest, most pointless piece of rubbish you've ever encountered in all of Cyberspace and someone should shoot me with their father's duck gun. Twice.
Thanks for dropping in.
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