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Hey Goth Girl, Isn't It A Little Hot To Be Wearing Pants?
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A Rhetorical Question: What Do Christian Kids Talk About?
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I Don't Lift Weights To Impress The Bitches. I Lift Weights To Knock A Sucka's Teeth Out.
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Three Easy Steps To Digging Up And Reanimating Your Ass, Only To Rock It Into The Ground Once Again
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You're Fired, You're Fired, You're Fired. Goddam It, I'm Spike Lee.
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Girl, Are You Down With Bacteria? And If So, Would You Like To See Inside Our Van?
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Oh My God. Omigod. Oohhh My God. I Thought Nailguns Had A Safety...
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I'm Pretty Sure I Got My Cat Pregnant
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They Say The People Elect The Government They Deserve, But I Don't Remember Knife-Raping Any Retarded Nuns
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