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| Warn, warn, warn the horse...warn the horse of impending doooom...warn the horse, it's not too late... | |
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| ...and maybe the horse won't KILL usssss! | |
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| "Warn the horse of impending doom, and maybe the horse won't kill us?" What in the sweet 'n' sour baby blue blazes is THAT supposed to mean? | |
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| Now, dear... remember your blood pressure... | |
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| I'm so sorry. I heard it was that "warn the horse" song that killed him. | |
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| Yes. I wouldn't warn a horse now if it was about to get ass-raped by a rhinoceros. | |
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