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| I swear to God, you clod, I'll rip your cod sack from your groin! | |
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| Blow me wholly, thoroughly cornhole me, I tell thee, you shan't cajole me, mein freund! | |
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| I will not stand for any more of this asinine degredation. | |
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| How soon you forget, my dear, of my rudiment, "Self-improvement is masterbation" | |
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