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| 'Not a sound from the pavement.' Those were memorable lines Ling Ling Bathry. | |
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| I know what you mean Lord Jesus. Cats, that Broadway musical was truly a masterpiece of mediocre proportion. | |
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they mean absolutely nothing,
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| No! you rat-fink magestrate child of Blood! I'm talking about when I ran over an old distitute handicap person near Bonanza. | |
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except to the Windowless MacUsers and The Bastions of Violence! Hail Hitler! and Billy.
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| No of course not, but I saw somebody almost did. I could see from way up here what goes on in the Valley Ling Ling Bathry. | |
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| You are indeed all seeing and all knowing Lord Jesus. But what about the sewer where post-punk bands make their gay money like The Strokes. | |
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