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| I feel grit. I feel vonderful. I'm back on the cross, hanging out with birds of prey and fireflies. Yeah, this is the life. The tourists are going back home to Minnesota. | |
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the chickens will get laid,
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| Shut up Ling Ling Bathry, do not ruin this dusk for me. I think I'm gonna have me a cantelope for dinner tonight. Hee-haw Houston, Texas! | |
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| Lord Jesus (pause) what will happen if all the tourists stop coming to Las Vegas? What will happen to the local people? | |
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they hacky sack themselves to death. Network Administrators.
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| I'll tell ya what will happen. Nothing. The good people of Las Vegas will grow mushrooms in their basements and waterholes until The Mexicans arrive, and then people will start re-frying their young. | |
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| So tourism is a crucial economic necessity for the people. The Steve Wynn Collection must be fed to a dying Siberian Tiger with AIDS. The Tiger is not Gay. It was the needle. | |
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