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| I go jog, in the middle of the night, my father says "Those shoes don't support your arches right." | |
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| Oh daddy dear, you know you're still number 1, but girls, that wanna go run, yeah girls just wanna go run! | |
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| Hi. I'm Cyndi Lauper. Ya know, you may not have heard of me in the last couple of decades but I keep busy, in fact, I walk and run alot. That's why I made Cyndi Loafers, the shoe for girls who bop. | |
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| I bop, you bop, she bops, Cyndi Loafers bop. And Cyndi Loafers come in all colors, all the True Colors. Cyndi Loafers support your arches...time after time. | |
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| Take it from me, Pete Townsend. I need the money. | |
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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'll give you television. I'll give you eyes of blue." /~ | |
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| I'm watching a commercial | |
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| ~\ "I'll give pasta shaped like bowties to you." /~ | |
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| This commercial is making me hungry | |
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| "Yes, from the Man Who Sold The World, it's DAVID BOWtIE Pasta. Perfect for your Black Tie/White Noise occasion whether you're serving one Space Oddity or a throng of Scary Monsters." | |
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| I'm not getting all these references | |
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Tired of uninspired meals and fatty fast food?
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| Hey, Mr. Gunderson, what'll it be tonight? | |
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| Eh, the usual...Beef Wellington McNocock. | |
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| It looks like we've been transported to a distant, icy land. | |
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| Dats right! And now you can enjoy a quirky taste sensation pulled straight from my pasty flesh--Björk Chops! | |
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| Wow, they're even better with BREAD! | |
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| Your family will be here in five minutes, and I forgot the bread to go with dinner! | |
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| *Ding-Dong* Shit, they're early, I'll get the door. | |
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| Where's my husband, and who are you? | |
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| I'm the Hardest Working Man In Dough Business, and I'm here to save your buns. Jump back--Unh! All you have to do is open up a pack of my "James Brown N Serve Rolls," baby. | |
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--- Peeing sitting down is the gift you give yourself.
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