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Reread mmyers' Music Super (star) Market set and wanted to post these gems:
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| We take ourselves very seriously, but there's one thing we take even more seriously than our music and that's our tuna©, the only tuna endorsed by U2©. U-Tuna©. | |
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| U-Tuna is dolphin safe and guaranteed to be as pretentious as we are©. Oop, I just farted in the water©. | |
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| You'll love this tuna, even if it doesn't ring true, open up a can and squeeze out the juice. It's a tuna-full day©! We don't let the fish get away©, it's a tuna-full day©! | |
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| It won't disappoint you, or leave a bad taste in your mouth, You'll act like you've never had some, and you'll want me to do without©. One can... | |
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| I'm stirring, drinking, my Tang© should be in violation; drank for more mornings than instant breakfast by Carnation. | |
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| Me fear no one, oh no, here come, Wu-Tang Tang©, it's good for your tum-tum. | |
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| And if you want juice, then yo stir the drink up, Wu-Tang Tang© ain't nothing to fuck with. Straight from the mother fucking grocery that's busted, Wu-Tang Tang© and nothing to fuck with. | |
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| Hyah! Step up boy! Represent! Chop his head off, kid! | |
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| Hey! Waitaminute! How come there ain't enough room for all of us to fit in this mother fucking comic strip, foo'? | |
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| Man, there's only three panels and like three black characters in Stripcreator. I blame Brad. He definitely needs to drink his Wu-Tang Tang©. | |
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| "I'm still Jenny from the block, still use a pencil to scratch in my sock, used to itch a little, now I itch alot, but I'm still Jenny from the block." | |
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| You know, running from high profile relationship to high profile relationship really makes my athelete's foot flair up. That's why I had someone invent J-Lotrimin. | |
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| It's the only athelete's foot powder that's made for a Jennifer... | |
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| but that's strong enough for a Bennifer. | |
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| Hi, we're the Keebler Elves! And by popular demand, we present Keebler's Morrissey Morsels! Designed by Morrissey himself, these cookies...um.... | |
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| I'm sorry, that guy's a fucking weird-o. | |
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| *Munch**Munch* Good cookies, though. | |
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--- Chicken Feather Bed Bugs Bunny Hop Sing Out Side Street Walker Texas Ranger Cookie Dough Boy Wonder Years
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