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| All right kiddo, let's head out. Don't forget your helmet. | |
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| Are you going to wear one too, Dad? | |
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| Don't be silly, son. Helmets are for fags. And kids. Say, while I'm doling out fatherly advice, you should know that marriage is sacred. | |
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| So why were you boning your secretary and Mrs. Jones from down the street? | |
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| Well those only lasted a few months, and Daddy had his fingers crossed while he was gettin' busy, so technically those didn't count. | |
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