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| Achtung! I am Herr Doktor Lowenbrau. You must be the guy whose schlong ve going to replace mit a cucumber. | |
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| Ah... Actually I'm here for an eye exam. | |
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| Ahh... the mail. Anything interesting? | |
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| It's an apology from that kid that stuck the cherry bomb in my mailbox. Now I feel bad about running over his dog. | |
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Meanwhile, at Tara's Recital...
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| If I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the morning... | |
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| Jesus you sing badly. It's like someone's strangling a squirrel or something. | |
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