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After his wife died when he put an axe through her head due to undercooked sprouts, Bob went in search of new companions
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| NO! sod off you loon, before I call the cops with my tiny squirrel phone, it's a Nuttia 8310 | |
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| urrr, do you see a sign that says "friends for loser"? no...cos there isnt one...make like a tree and leave!..... | |
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| HELL NO MOTHER FUCKER....FA SHIZZLE! but I happen to know a nice young biatch that will! come this way ma brother! | |
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