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| Get out of my sight/office, get out of my sight/office, get out of my sight/office right no.. | |
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| What the hell are you doing? I made that song. I own you! I mean the song | |
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| Listen up bucko...ZzzZZZzzzz | |
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| I had no idea Ron Foster was a narcoleptic...man that's comedy! | |
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| ZZzzzz....what the Georgia brown! I'm not a narcoleptic, I was up late last night practicing my trombone and writing pink slips. | |
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| What a terrible strip. What the fuck is wrong with me? | |
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