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Dr. Stephen Strangelove was once a gynecologist who cared only for money.
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| Please, Doctor, I have difficulty reaching orgasm. You must help me. | |
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| You should see a psychiatrist if you think I'll examine an uninsured chick who is making minimum wage. | |
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Then one day he had a mind-shattering accident. He accidently mixed acid and pot.
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| Whoa, this is tripping! Chicks are like so groovy, and money is so meaningless. | |
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Dr. Strangelove quit his job and studied with the ancient shaman Don Juan, to become Master of the Mescaline Arts.
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| Remember, Stephen, all the wonder of the universe can be found in a single groovy chick. | |
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| I have learned such wisdom from you, great master. | |
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