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| Could I read you a little somthing I put together, man? | |
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| Sorry, dude, but I'm no longer taking members for my poetry club. | |
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Rogie answers his front door...
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Rogie answers his front door...
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| I'm looking for Mr. Rubber Chicken. I am his long lost son. | |
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| Man, I always warned him about using a rubber!! | |
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