Wait a second, you blew it!

Talking parrots, mild bondage, sexual double entendres and mystery. It all makes sense now. You blew your chance at a TF!!

Your dream since you were just a kid, and you scewed it up. Unable to exact a revenge on the man and his dog, you walk back out onto the main beach. Overcome with grief you head for the shallow waters and bury your head under the sand there. It quickly seals around your neck and prevents you from chickening out on your suicide. At least that was a success, moron.

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you do chicken out

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