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| Crudbury! Change my tampon for me. Such crudities are beneath someone of my great wealth. | |
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| Very good, Miss Bitch. Pardon me while I fetch the rubber bunny costume. | |
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| ...and for my birthday I got a toilet made out of giant gold-studded diamonds, and toilet paper made out of billion-dollar bills, and a solid platinum Tiffany ass-wiper. | |
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| Why, ain't that just peachy-keen. Well, see ya later, Bitchie -- it's time for me to go to my second job down at the shit house. | |
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| Having poor friends keeps me grounded. Plus, I can pay them pocket change to have oral and anal sex with dogs, horses and cows for my idle entertainment. | |
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| Nell tay wee erna kine, Bee-cha-hey! Hawsie may tinah weel spear mah BUTT-HOE! | |
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