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Even though his mother slapped away his hands and his father clucked his tongue and told him that it only made his skin look worse, Bert couldn't help but pick at his pimples. He had come to a silent decision years ago when one day he had woken up with a voice that sounded like it belonged to a large black man (probably with the name of Lou or something like that), hair growing out of armpits and other strange places, and a sudden desire to masterbate all of the time, that he could scratch at his zits to his heart's content because of two reasons.
Reason number one was that it was very satisifying to do so. And reason number two was that his name was Bert for christsakes and the chances of him ever finding a girlfriend were none existent even if he had the best damn skin in the country.
Reason number one was that it was very satisifying to do so. And reason number two was that his name was Bert for christsakes and the chances of him ever finding a girlfriend were none existent even if he had the best damn skin in the country.
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