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| Look ragu4u, I'm thinkin' you're an alright guy, but you gotta' knock them Jesus jokes off. Plan to live right, ok? | |
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| Absolutely sir. No more dumb Jesus Jokes. Plus I got me an 'Isotonic Gluteal Munch Clapper', touted as the No.1 machine to make your anus a prehensile organ. | |
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| I swear by that machine. I use it five times a day! Look at my glutes! I can take the cap off a pepsi bottle, cork out of a wine bottle, crabs offa' pubic hair (my own if need be). I am the man! | |
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| Your glutes are awesome sir, and all shiny too! | |
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| They're shiny for you boy! Whenever you need 'em, just give me a call. Right now maybe? Huh? *clap clap, munch munch*! You may never get another chance! | |
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| That would be a second chance I hope I never get the chance to pass up! Oh... there's my cancer callin', gotta' go! | |
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