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| What say I grab a bottle of milk to keep the saucer filled, and we head on out to join your friend? | |
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| But he's probably not finished evacuating his bowel... | |
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| Then let's make like we're ridin'! | |
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| ... and we don't fill our saucer with milk. | |
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| You're startin' to spoil all the dreams I ever had of what it would be like to make some hard grindin' 'saddle-soap love' to a foul-boweld sweet little cyclopian pea-pod such as yourself. | |
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