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The Chuckle Factory...10:42 P.M.
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| ...and what is the deal with the little bags of peanuts on the plane? Who am I, Herve Villachaize? | |
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| Oh God. Not another fucking airline peanuts bit. I swear to god I'm gonna self-destruct if I hear that shit one more time. | |
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| What's your name, brother? Ya know, the eighties called...it wants its shirt back. Seriously, bro. | |
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| God, what a fucking terrible joke. If only humans knew that us microphones were actually a peace-loving, sentient, yet tragically immobile race. There is so much that we could teach... | |
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| So anywho...didja ever try opening a bag of those airline peanuts? ... | |
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