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| Y'know what I hate? Finding out someone's replaced the tip of your penis with Ronald Regan's head. | |
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| I hate that too, son. . .and I was castrated in the Great Clown War of 98! | |
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| Y'know what I hate? I hate it when you pee on yourself, and there you are, enjoying the warm feeling, and then someone points and laughes because you were preaching at church at the time! | |
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| Arf Arf! I hate that fucking bullshit too! Wanna sniff my ass? | |
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| Y'know what I hate? I hate it when the guy who fucked you up the ass at a party because he was so drunk he thought you were his girlfriend breaks up with you via mail. | |
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