2001, Page 56
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At last. A dessert anyone can afford. |
The most current headlines, amidst a sea of chocolately goodness! |
"Chippendale's, eh? What the heck is that - some kinda ranch?" |
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"Suck it in a bit more... I think she's looking." |
Your problem is you don't hike your pants high enought |
I'll be back in a minute, I have to go filet my shirt. |
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"I just love these quiet nights alone together, comtemplating our masculinity." |
"...and there we were, surrounded by heathens..." "Injuns?" "Hell, no! Worse!" "Republicans?" |
Round you up a posses?! Aw shoot! I thought you said. . . . |
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"One o' these days the Widow Johnson is gonna get some blinds for her window, and we'll be SOL." |
"So, like, as regards the waiting for this 'Godot' fella, what's my motivation?" |
That's it Duke, me and the boys are gonna poach the shirt right now. |