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| I can't decide which is worse, Chet; your taste in restaurants or your erectile dysfunction. | |
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| Well Lydia, I'm gonna have to go with my taste in women. | |
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| I'm going to go see if there are any MEN in this place. | |
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| If you find one, don't forget to catalog his faults in your blog. | |
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| Will uh... is sir ready to order? | |
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| Yes, I'll have the London Broil, medium rare, new potatoes on the side, and a pistol loaded with two hollow-point rounds. | |
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