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| GOD THE PAIN! I'M RIPPING IN TWO! | |
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| Blame God. He made you this way. Now fork over my child! | |
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*wild applause as Mary-Kate Olsen bursts from Erin's womb*
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| This gig is gonna be sooo much sweeter than Full House! And no Bob Sagget in sight! | |
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| Go forth. Claim your birthright! Make me proud! | |
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*Laugh track fades to McDonald commercial.*
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| Okay "dad," here's a few ground rules. 1. shave that snatch off yer face. 2. Yer mom leaves - dead or not. 3. ice cream every day. 4.... | |
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