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My name is Pal N. Drome. But you can call me Sidney. I was on vacation in Tulsa and looking for a date.
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| Tulsa night life: filth, gin, a slut. | |
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| No sir! Away! A papaya war is on. | |
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There was no convincing her. I asked my twin brother the surgeon for help. Perhaps I could buy her dinner...
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| Doc, note I dissent: a fast never prevents a fatness. I diet on cod. | |
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| Go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog. | |
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Somehow I didn't think that idea would work, so I tried wooing her with some fancy Latin talk, instead.
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| Eros? Sidney, my end is sore! | |
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| A slut nixes sex in Tulsa. | |
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