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| Biff, Dave didn't show up. You'll have to give Bob's eulogy. | |
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| But -- I didn't really like Bob very much. In fact, I hated his guts. | |
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| Well, just think of something. | |
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| Bob's penchant for farting 'Happy Birthday' led to his unfortunate demise, after a heavy meal of refried beans. | |
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| We also bury his wife and children, roasted in the house fire, the dog, overcome by the nauseating fumes, and five hundred of his neighbours. | |
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