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| Well, lookie what we have here. Ain't you got purty little lips? | |
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| Thank you, they're colored with lipstick pigmented from two parts beef gravy, one part potpourri, four parts goat blood, and one part Kool-Ade. | |
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| Well, little lady, I want you squeal like ... wait a minute, potpourri? Beef gravy? You're Martha Stewart, aren'tcha? | |
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| Then squeal like a papier mache porcine centerpiece, decorated with pink-dyed pencil shavings, and with the eyes made from bing cherries ... | |
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