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| The feeling's mutual. I think of you whenever I want to throw up. | |
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| ". . . so I've decided to leave you and become a nun, because, frankly, you horrify me. Goodbye - Jack." | |
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| ". . . so I've decided to leave you and join N'Sync. I rather be a pop indusrty muppet than ever touch your balls again. Goodbye - John." | |
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| I'm gonna lick his bald little head until he srerams. Hot little biscuit. | |
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