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Bob Butthead rolled 12 times through the heather, and Heather did not like it one bit. "What the hell are you doing?" Heather demanded. Bob the Buttheaded looked up at her with his big brown eyes and said, "I miss my Furry Puss." "Oh my God!" Heather screamed. "You sick pervert! Get the hell out of here!" "But, I need my Furry Puss!" Bob exclaimed, buttheadedly. "I said, 'GET OUT!'" So Bob left and wandered the streets aimlessly, like a chicken with its butthead cut off, except slower and not at all finger-licking-good. After 24 minutes, he sat down in an alley and cried. Just then an angel named MrCoffee appeared, and said, "What troubles you, dude?" Bob looked up at the Jeopardy-winning heavenly being and said, "I miss my Furry Puss!" And he started to bawl again. "Fuck, dude, enough with the tears. You're worse than Midlo." And with that, MrCoffee left. Needless to say, Bob was at his lowest point right about now. But just then, he heard a familiar sound. A distinctive "meow." Could it be? Bob wiped the butttears from his butteyes and sure enough, there she was: Furry Puss, his cat.
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