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| How did I ever end up with such a weiner for a son? | |
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| ...and that's when all the little rabbits started hopping around and they knocked my fort over and... | |
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| I mean look at him... what a weiner. | |
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| ...but no body was buying any Kool-Aid from my stand so I painted some rocks and... | |
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| I should have pulled out. | |
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