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| Don't tell me you were never curious about why the taste of Dad's- | |
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| SHHH!!! I hear something! ...oh no! Your father's home! HIDE! | |
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| Fuck. I'm stumped. I looked everywhere in that guy's apartment (and just in that guy) but I couldn't find our boy. | |
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| That's terrible. AFter failing so badly as a husband and father, I bet you want to just leap off this balcony to your death, right? | |
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| Actually, I thought some ice cream and a few hours of The Disney Channel might cheer me up. | |
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| Yecchh... just don't ask me to wear that Daisy Duck costume again tonight. The feathers tickle. | |
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