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| Hey Stepinfetchit, be a good chap and bring me shome more *hic* wine. None of that Chablis shite, either, makes my farts smell like dog snot. | |
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| I'm not a waiter, limey idiot. | |
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| Yesh, I am Prince Charles. Ears tip you off? Sorry about the vomit, but it's good your tits hang so low so it didn't hit your shoes. See, I crossed the pond on my yacht to escape the folks rioting | |
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| 'cause I was fooking my mum in front of her hubby, and OWWW! | |
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| I said strike ME down you incompetent excuse for a deity! | |
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