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| Hey, you hippie freak! We don' take kindly to your kind 'round here! I'm taking to you down to the county jail! | |
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| Fer bein' a dirty hippie, that's why! You smell like that wacky tobacky! | |
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| What about you, man? You smell like Jim Beam. | |
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| Hey, don'chu tawk shit about Jimmy! Jim Beam is my brother! | |
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| Man...So I guess you do kiss your brother with that mouth, man. Man. Man. MAN. | |
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