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| I can't sleep once again. No more sleeping pills for me. Did you hear that Ling Ling Bathry. I am free. | |
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| Does this mean you can shed your Roman Catholic viper ways Lord Jesus? | |
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too tired to listen to the nightingale,
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| Where do you get your information, you symbotic honey-glazed walnut reciever? I will spread the good news to all who will listen. | |
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| Can I be your sidekick Lord Jesus you know like Batman and Superman? | |
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this time I've gone a bit too far. Maybe orange juice and used tampoons will do.
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| You fool Superman does not need a sidekick. Batman, well, his got his perversions. | |
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| I wish I had a bushy gangly pubic hair so I can shave them off bare. | |
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