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"Coffee? Tea? Milk? Horse wank? Coffee? Tea? Milk? Horse wank?..." |
Country Time...summons the spirits of dead children in the south. |
Every so often, the waiters swim ashore and beach themselves. It's sad, really. |
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Here, we see the rare Urban Chameleon, blending in at a dinner party. Note the masterful mimicry of a bad hairdo. |
"Get your skin 3 shades whiter in only 6 days. Why? Because it's the 50s, that's why." |
"I'm not talking to you until you draw me a batch." |
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For protection. Ziggy loves to kick you in the groin. |
I cleansed myself of prurient thoughts by self castration |
"I don't want to show my crotch." |
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Though unable to walk fully erect. the Midwestern Lardass is able to walk on its hind legs, but when tired will go down to all fours |
Oh yeah, the ladies love Jim Neighbors |
Women can't resist the alluring smell of MasterCard. "Just a dash behind the ears and wallet." |
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