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| Jack, you're golden. led a good life, we're happy to have you. John, you dick. we've never seen such sin. '83 alone, and even with Jack valiantly fighting you for control of your connected raping hand | |
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| now i could separate you, send Jack to heaven, John to hell, but that would mean a whole lot of mopping. so here's what i propose... | |
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