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Mr. Wonderful
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| Say--aren't you Charles Manson, the infamous ringleader of a cult of murderous hippies back in the late 60s? | |
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| Okay, first of all... Charles Manson is a very old crazy white man. I am a middle-aged sane black man. Second of all, my name is-- | |
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| Oh, so this is some weird new scheme for starting Helter Skelter? By posing as a black guy and, like, committing a string of heinous-- | |
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| Believe it or not, some totally uncomprehending near-moron just mistook me for Charles Manson. | |
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| You mean you're NOT Charles Manson? Now I can finally invite Mother over to meet our children. | |
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| What do you mean, our "children"? We only have one child...our son, Brad junior. | |
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| You mean I'm NOT the mother of multiple children? Then all those baby showers must have been for other women. | |
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| What's eating you, Brad? You look like your wife just mistook you for Charles Manson or something, ha ha-- | |
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| She did. Plus, she also thinks that she is the mother of several children who do not exist. | |
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| Guess what, Mother? My husband isn't really Charles Manson. So now you can come over for dinner and meet the kids. | |
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| You mean I'M your mother? Oh my god, I thought we were Chinese. | |
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| So, Tito--how do you happen to know my daughter, Wai Ching Yun? | |
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| Well, because we've been married for 17 years. And another thing... | |
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| You mean he's NOT Tito Jackson? I feel violated. | |
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| Let's get out of here before the nut kills us all. | |
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| I just came by to get my basketball, Fake Impostor Non-Dad. | |
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| Tell your mom to come back home, son. For the sake of the children. | |
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"Oh, the pee I just made looked just like lemonade...or a fountain of rich, foaming brew..."
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| ...so I grabbed a big mug and I filled it all up--and then I gave it to you. | |
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| Wait, wait! Are you saying this beer that I'm drinking--is really your whizz? | |
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| Yes! Yes! I jacked off in it, too! So the flavor's enhanced by my jizz. | |
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| Excuse me, aren't you "Johnny Woof-Woof, the man who owns a million puppies"? | |
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| No, I am not. My name is Brad Sch-- | |
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| I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOUR NAME IS, YOU NON-BEING-JOHNNY-WOOF-WOOF MOTHER FUCKER!!! | |
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| Sir, there is NO NEED to shout at me like that! | |
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| Whew! Some delusional hothead just mistook me for "Johnny Woof-Woof, the man who owns a million puppies." | |
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| Wait--you mean you're NOT "Johnny Woof-Woof, the man who owns a million puppies"? I'm aborting the twins. | |
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--- Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.
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