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| "I'm singing a song about feelings between clams, i singing about feelings between shell." | |
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| "They don't fuck around but that's okay." | |
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| We don't? *furiously making the clam equivalent of blushing* | |
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| No we don't. Wait just a minute... Jim-Bob? Is there something you want to tell me?! | |
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