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Bob was loved by all in his small town...
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| I can't wait for your rectal recital friday evening. | |
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| Yeah! Its gonna be a blast! | |
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...He even went as far as to participate in the Anytown Symphony...
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| Push your cheeks together a little more, Bob. You were flat on that G#. | |
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| Yeah, sorry. Lost my bum-bichure... | |
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But Bob wanted so much more...
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| You don't seem too happy. What's on your mind? | |
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| All this is swell, but I want to be a fartist. | |
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