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An unlikely duo meet on the corner of 13th and Crackwh0re St.
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| Hay baby... Wanna make it the night of my life? | |
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| Oh, shnit! It's that Paris Hilton ho! She's right here in this month's "Beaten and Bolemic Babes," the 'Less Bones, More Skin" edition! | |
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Looks like our friend Paris isn't quite accommodating to this fine fellow...
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| Uhm... *slurp* Hi... *gurgle* You da pretty lady...? I like more of you in pieces... Do you eat flowers? EAT DA FLOWERS! Argus said... EAT... DA... FLOWERS!!!!!! | |
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| Oh my god! He's just staring straight at my ribs - are they sticking out or something?! Oooh, look! I've got a batter-bruise that looks like a c0ck... How cute! Huh? *Ptooie!* Ack! Dingleberry... | |
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Moral: Don't be a hooker... or a pig.
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| Chops... Rump... Ribs... Bacon... Ham Hock... Damn - pigs' heads are useless! | |
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| So... Let's recap: You walk over, and Ms. Hilton forces herself on you... At which point you defended yourself by eviscerating her... Well, sounds like you've had a rough night, Mr. A. -TIMEFORDONUTS! | |
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