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| You little scammer, con artist and commie! How come you got a book deal and an interview with Katie Cupcake and no publisher wants to publish my book? | |
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| Well, Jackie, I have breast implants, cut my own hair, make a habit of shoplifting, talk dirty to the FBI and my snook'ums is a warm and loving dolt. | |
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| LEEEEE! Ya cold old goat. Get me my scissors, call Dr. Boobilicous and take me to the mall. Call the FBI and tell them I'm loopy. I need that book deal to prove Scooter's guilt, oops, innocence! | |
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| Yes dear. Ya ole battleaxe. Go crawl in a hole. Nobody cares about us anymore. | |
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