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Capping a Jiffy Lube infomercial. Weeeeeee. |
Code Blew. Room 203. Code Blew. |
NURSE, come quick, my ass itches again |
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Live music at ten, picnic at noon, massacre at one, prizes for survivors! |
"So, in conclusion, if you're not good little boys and girls you will go to hell and roast forever, not unlike this tasty chicken breast." |
You know, they shouldn't post the combination to the lock right there on the gate. |
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no, no, the jacket we want is the ones that don't have holes in the end of the sleeves |
You are now entering the SciFi Channel compound: NO TALENT BEYOND THIS POINT. |
That's a distinct "I'm-starving-and-you're- a-chocolate-cake" look in her eyes. |
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The password is, "Things that are funny floating" |
11 p.m. -- Death From Above. But you'll enjoy it, trust us. (Indo!) |
Is that gum? well, I hope you brought enough for everyone. |
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