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put yourself in god's shoes for just one minute.
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| the cost of disciplinary actions has just skyrocketed. | |
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| i'm sorry son, but my overwhelming love for you has become so damned heavy, i just gotta' get rid of some of it. i hope you understand. | |
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imagine how difficult it must've been trying to figure out how to tell your precious son just what it is you had in mind.
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| you're such a fine young man. i can't wait to see you all splayed on the cross! | |
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| always remember son... if you get a lemon, it was LIFE that gave it to you... not me. | |
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maybe you could give it an international flavor!
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| i hope you don't mind italian food. | |
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| the romans are a hearty breed... i think you're gonna' like 'em. | |
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