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_-_-_-_-_-_TRANSLATION_-_-_-_-_-_ Waitress: "I can't believe you can eat this crap." Jon: "Actually, it's so awful I can't even tell what it's supposed to be."
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_-_-_-_-_-_TRANSLATION_-_-_-_-_-_ Waitress: "Salt, soy sauce, MSG, salt, yellow #5, MSG, and salt. And a dead cat we found yesterday." Jon: "I wonder where I can find a stomach pump."
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_-_-_-_-_-_TRANSLATION_-_-_-_-_-_ Waitress: "Next time, stay out of our restaraunt, whitey!" Jon: "You'll get a tip when elephants learn to tap-dance."
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