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Then bring his ass to Mordor!
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| Your Tylenol-3 gets you NOTHING, BITCH! | |
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Yes, Mordor. Where your problem gets his ass handed to him by Chupa and Dalmar every week.
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If your trade is good enough, we'll throw in a day with Judas.
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| Here's some crank and an excersise bike! Get to work, chubby! | |
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| Every time I ride a bike, I get an erection. | |
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