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She bought the jeans without trying them on because the salesperson said they were slimming.

And in case the estonishing site shood make him feel just a leetle dazed, the jolly old Copperashun has bin and gone and hired no less than three Millingterry Bands of Music to play to him, and cheer him up.

Just in case the song isn't edited to your tastes, hit some crazy effect to help cover up the inappropo stuff.