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Jay and Ray, the pacman twins, sit on their favorite bench, again
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| Admit to what? I didn't touch your mags, and those pages were stuck like that in the first place. | |
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| No, you know... hang on. What mags, I don't have any dirty magazines anymore. Not after mum found them in the kitchen next to the butter tray. | |
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| Errr in that case, i think since dad left mum has come to some serious life choices. Anyway, admit to what? | |
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If in doubt... SPLAY!!! [ed]
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| The whole foot and mouth epidemic is all your fault. It's just like the fake Mad Cow Desease scare you started that time. | |
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| Come on... You thought that was funny. No one ever found the gallon of whisky I poured into that animal food at the farm, did they!?! | |
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