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| ...and then Fred Astaire grabbed me, while Liberace played the piano and sang. We danced all night, and poor old Liberace had a terribly sore throat the next morning. All he could do was croak! | |
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| zzzzzzzz- huh? Whu? Uuuuh... shit, is she still talking? | |
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| Yes, you may not think it to look at me, but I was young and pretty once. Oh, I had some wild times. | |
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| Uh, listen... urr, Miss... Pink Donkey. We've been stuck in this elevator for hours now. We have to get someone's attention! | |
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| Oh, just relax dear, someone will be along shortly. Say, have I told you about the time that John F. Kennedy gatecrashed my birthday party. I found a pair of lady's underwear in his coat pocket... | |
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| HEEELP!!! Help me please! For the love of God! HEEEEEELP!!!! | |
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