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| Dude, where are my pants? | |
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| I don't know. I don't notice much, because every moment I live is a moment of sheer agony! | |
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| Dude, where are my pants? | |
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| Your pants are made of an equal number of ions and neutrons. They are an abstract concept. | |
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| Dude, where are my pants? Seriously. I had them when I went out last night. | |
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| I have seen them. They are in the deepest, foulest pits of hell! You must have really been fucked up last night to get there. | |
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