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| Ok but - nevermind. Let's get back to SINGING!! (coughs) I used to be a man, but everytime I cough, thanks to Uncle Sam, my nuts keep falling off. | |
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| His bombing days are done. He needs to find some work. Perhaps it would be much safer as a convenient store night clerk. | |
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| Ohhh... Jingle bombs, jingle bombs, I think got screwed. Don't laugh at me because I'm short or I'll kill you! I KILL YOU!!! | |
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| WOW!! That was great! Can I have your autograph? PLEASE!?!? | |
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| Yea sure... but I don't know you. And how did you know that song? I don't put them in youtube or something. Your drunk, you can't sing! Oh-yeah, and plus, I'm not a celebrity. Not gonna sign the book. | |
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