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| What's eating you, my son? | |
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| Other than the fact that you've molested me all my life and I can't stop feeling up my elbows... | |
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| I think you need a good old-fashioned Catholic cornholing. Assume the position! | |
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| HEY! Get back here! Don't make me run with my massive errection! | |
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