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| Father, it's 10am on Sunday and NOBODY is here! | |
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| I know, my boy. It is sad. Why do you think it is? | |
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| If I tell ya, you'll get mad at me. | |
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| Don't be silly, my son. Speak your mind. | |
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| First of all, your FARTS are so ripe they'd knock a buzzard off a shit wagon and...hey wait...I'm not done. | |
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| *QUEEEEF* Take THAT, ya lil bitch! | |
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