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Answering the deeper questions of life. . .
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| You know what I hate? I hate it when you're walking in the park and a leprechaun pisses on your leg and runs away laughing. | |
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| Ah hates that shit tew, pardner! | |
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| You know what I hate? Finding out you were secretly posing as your imaginary friend and going into the imaginary porno business. | |
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| Golly mister! I hate that gosh-darned fucking shit too! | |
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| You know what I hate? Morning tentacle wood when you have to piss. | |
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| I hate that crap myself, man. . .got any loose feces I can root around in? | |
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