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| I can't belive that my brother choked on a pretzel and ended up in a coffin. | |
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| You'll get over it Thomas. My brother's shoelace was tied to tight and his foot exploded. | |
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| I remember when he used to throw eggs at me when I was in the shower. I remember when he farted in chruch and everybody left. | |
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| Yes. I remember that day aswell. I nearly retired due to the horrific smell that drifted through the room. That fart killed my Grandma Carwash. | |
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| Who the hell is Grandma Carwash? Next your gonna tell me that you have an Uncle Helicopter. | |
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| I do. He lives in Chicago with his wife, Auntie Carpet-burn. | |
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