You'd always been three kids in a trenchcoat from a parallel universe: today's TERRIBLE advice
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Njegoš asks
Cousin and his wife keep calling me to come over and stay for a few days, but they have 3 spoiled children and I don't wanna deal with that crap again. I've ran out of excuses as to why I can't come. What's my excuse?
My answer
Tell them you'd always actually been their three kids on each other's shoulders and in a trenchcoat, but, like, from a parallel universe. And if you and they ever touch, you'll explode like antimatter and destroy both universes. They wouldn't want that crap on their recently-exploded consciences, would they?
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IN A WORLD where wars are fought with romance and flirting and delicious erotic TENSION, the rivalries throbbing between history’s Great Powers have become a BUTTLOAD more bubbly, with fewer hideous massacres of musket and cannon, and OODLES more frisky cunnilingus contests:
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Part One: The Knights Of Raw Phwoar
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Part Three: The Cervical Supremacy
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Part Four: The Praetorian Prostitutes
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Part Five: [soon, baby]
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