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| Hey dad, let's play catch! | |
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| Shut up, I have no son! Besides, I have to think where this Russ fellow is going. | |
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| Dad! Straight to hell! He knee'd me in the groind in High School! | |
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| Well thats 'cause you're a pussy, son. So I'm gonna send him to Heaven. | |
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| Christ, Heaven's easier to get into than Paris Hilton, oh BA-ZING! | |
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| And you wonder why you're still in Purgartory. | |
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