7th May 2013
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And on the seventh day, he took a motrin and laid down
- God: Gabe, stop, I'm working.
- Gabriel: I WANT TO MAKE SOMETHING TOOOOOOO!
- God: Here's a box of parts, go nuts.
- God: -several hours later- Gabe? Where are you, my son?
- Gabriel: DAD, LOOKIT!
- God: Dafuq is that?
- Gabriel: A PLATYPUS!
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