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I just heard the news, oh boy...
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| Sledge-honey, I just had a phone call. How do I put this delicately- your mother kicked the bucket. She's going to take a dirt nap. | |
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| My mommy? Not my mommy! Bwaaaa bwaaa bwaaa... | |
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| There, there... it's OK to cry because your mommy croaked... | |
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| Who cares about that? I'm crying because I didn't get to scam her on her will. And now we to go to Florida, taking money from my drinking fund. | |
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| Now that she's gone, I can defame and impersonate and she won't see it. My conscience is clear. | |
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| What's that spinning sound I hear? Something really fast... | |
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