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| Son, could you come here for a minute? | |
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| Son, your getting older now and its about time we had a heart to heart. Is there anything on your mind? | |
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| Yes dad...where do babies come from? | |
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| Well, son, babies come from a magic land and are carried here by special magic storks who drop babies in their cribs. | |
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| Then what happens when you fuck some skank-ass trick without a jimmy hat? | |
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