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We join Doc and his wife Squish on the way to the JND.MP3 studios...
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| I don't know, Doc...I have a strange feeling about this. | |
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| Will you relax? Everything is fine. You'll love these two. I've been recording with them for years. | |
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| They better not be weirdos or anything... | |
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| Honey, they're awesome guys. As normal as anyone else on the street. Well...unless JMC took a trip to Vicodinland. Things get a bit weird there. | |
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| Dude, the controller is so far up this guy's ass, kicking him would probably set off a nuclear bomb! What the holy fuck did you do THIS time?! | |
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| All I know is, I put in my MW3 advance, popped a couple Lortabs & lit up some Dairy Queen, next thing I know, we're in Iraq fighting Achmed the Dead Terrorist! | |
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