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I can’t fucking help it. Every Father’s Day since the age of 14 I cannot even think the words “It’s Father’s Day” without adding “Bedelia” and also “Where’s my cake?” to the end in a demented and angry old man voice, kinda like the voice Tangerine Palpatine must be using this morning after his concept of a birthday “pera…
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