They helped me get through my trauma. My mom told me she was pleasuring herself with a hotdog once and it broke inside of her, but she didn't panic and started pushing like she was having a baby and it eventually came out, so you can say she kind of gave birth to a hot dog. And when I was a baby she made me eat that hotdog. Now I'm traumatized, because technically I ate my brother. Luckily my pitbull can console me.

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