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"...and you say a dehydrated world leader is in each of these vials?" (LOL Cure?, Moatas!) |
"We'd like a room, please." "Are you married?" "No." *gives dissapproving stare* "Two beds?" "No, one master bed, please." *gives dissapproving stare* (A cookie? AWESOME!) |
"Oh Ziggy! Will you never win?" |
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Brought to you by the Electrical Tape Council. |
'Sorry, you have to be this tall to kill terrorist." |
After dancing for the head of John the Baptist, Salome demanded to wash her hands with liquified saints. |
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Visit right after you get finished with your usual porn websites. |
"You X-ways show you are miserable because your colon is full of doo doo." |
Plot? Storyline? |
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*ding* "The naughty bits of a termite." |
"Ready to catch me some bass, SIR!" |
I've never done ANYTHING like that before. Well, except there was this one girlfriend, and we... nevermind. |
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