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| Ahem... Oliver Twist. Trouser snake. Prozac. How was that? | |
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| I'd say it was a tad lean on the creativity. | |
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| Who the fuck am I? Bil Keane? Jesus Christ. The shit I put up with. | |
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| Just try it again. And it wouldn't hurt if you worked it all together. | |
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| While reading Oliver Twist, I inadvertently got my trouser snake torn off by the log splitter. Consequently my doctor put me on Prozac. Better? | |
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