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| Hey, I'm not sure how to pronounce your name but one interpretation rhymes with po-brain | |
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| it also rhymes with propane, which is what I'm thinking of pouring onto those stupid trousers of yours, before attaching a piece of string to them and setting the other end of said string on fire. | |
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| ...umm..it also rhymes with so-lame....it also rhymes with ho-train...it also rhymes with cocaine *gasp* you ain't a drug dealer are you? | |
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| grrr...it seems I have no propane or string on me...damn...ahh but what's this in my pocket...some stale dough, that I forgot to finish of baking with so put in my pocket - I could throw it at him.... | |
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10 mins later, after the thick grey mist had disperesed....
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| boy did he feel the force of what I like to refer to as dough-pain...DAMN | |
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