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| Erin, Roger bet me a case of O'Doul's that you could give a handjob good enough to make a dead man come. I said you couldn't. | |
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| Bet I can! I was Handjob Queen of my Senior class. I just happen to be applying makeup to the corpse of none other than TV's Ernest Borgnine, so... | |
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| Nnnngh... my hands are gonna fall off... | |
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| Sorry, doll. I'm gettin' nuthin' here. Not even rigga mortis. | |
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| Alright, already. Here's that case of O'Doul's that's been lying around the warehouse. For some reason, it came in a shipment of embalming fluid. | |
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| Oh boy! Am I gonna get wasted tonight! | |
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