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| Dear Jimmy, welcome to cracktown! | |
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| Who're you lookin at eh? Think you're so big 'cos you can move your arms eh? D'you know who I am? | |
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| Look man, I don't want any trouble... | |
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| I'm the son of God I am, I'd kick your arse any day of the week! Now get down on your hands and knees and start kissing my feety bitch! | |
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Keep them fish comin!!!!!
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| I thought Jesus was supposed to be a nice guy... | |
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| Don't look at me, I just work here. | |
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