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"Oooo, sorry about your penis, Todd." |
"...and FLY it up your ass." |
Action Dacron! |
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"...and, Lo, on the 85,639th day, when he made Cleveland, God said, Let there be light!" |
Man, you'd think God could afford a better paint job. |
"We are Pullmyfinger of Borg. We will fool you with this joke every time. Resistance is futile." |
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Okay, okay. I give up. I'm Michael Caine. You can have an autograph. |
One chilly winter morning, while shuffling his feet across a shag carpet, Pikachu goes thermo-nuclear. |
Just like walking in the park, but without all that pesky scenery! |
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Slim Pickens steels himself to drop the Big One on Moscow, Idaho. |
Michael Caine does a wicked Ralph Malph impression. |
Thousands of bees, thousands of Zulus---doesn't matter. Bring the bloody lot on! |
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