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Mr. Owens's favorite show has returned to the airwaves.
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| Fuckin A right! Time for The Sopranos! | |
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| Woke up this morning, got yourself a gun... | |
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| So as you can see, I'll charge $5 per entry for the March Madness pool, and I'll pay out $2.50 from each entry to the winner, while I pocket the rest. | |
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| But Mr. Owens, I thought today's math lesson was about polygons. | |
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| Don't fuck with my shy, kid, or they'll find you missing a couple of limbs. And don't forget to throw me a small taste from those Yu-Gi-Oh cards you've been selling on my turf. | |
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| I think I preferred Mr. Owens, super comic-geek. | |
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