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| Neil, I left a yule log in the bathroom that needs tending to. | |
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| Jesus...what in the holy hell died in here, Neil? | |
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| I believe Delmar gave birth in stall #3 a minute ago! | |
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| What exactly do you ingest, my dear Delmar, that leaves us with such pungent ordors. | |
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| Other than boiled eggs, snoots, saurkraut, chile and baked beans smothered in Broccoli and Cauliflower, nuthin but draft beer! | |
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