Please don't recognise me.

Boys treated friendship the way they treated the sun: its existence undisputed; its radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly.

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First of all, Papa Smurf didn't create Smurfette. Gargamel did. She was sent in as Gargamel's evil spy with the intention of destroying the Smurf village. But the overwhelming goodness of the Smurf way of life transformed her. And as for the whole gang-bang scenario, it just couldn't happen. Smurfs are asexual. They don't even have... reproductive organs under those little, white pants. It's just so illogical, you know, about being a Smurf. You know, what's the point of living... if you don't have a dick?

Yeah so life gives you lemons, you just got to eat the rinds and all, and if you don’t want to eat them, your ex-girlfriend will shove them down your throat with the help of her hunky new boyfriend. So that’s fun.

I wish there was a way to know you're in the good old days before you've actually left them.