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Unsure of what to do with his existance... Keith got a job in a burger bar...
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| Gizza a foookin Lard-Burger mate... | |
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Serving fat, drunken idiots all day and all night...
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| Here you go - enjoy your meal... | |
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And finding still further passion in his self-loathing...
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