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Larry and his father shoot the breeze.
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| OH HEY DADDIO! What time is dinner tonight? My stomach is already rumbling in anticipation for that taco salad! | |
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| We'll begin to eat as soon as your neighbor-slammin' mother finishes preparing our meal, and after we say grace of course ROTF! | |
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Father and son say goodnight.
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| OMG! Look at all the snow outside! I hope school is canceled because I didn't finish my paper on Knute Rockne! | |
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| The snow is a gift from the Lord, my son. He loves everyone, except the Jews and those wacko Hindus and their 26 deities! It's 11 PM! BED TYME 4 U. | |
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| OMG HI 2 U. Considering they don't plow our dirt roads here in ALTOONA, do you think you could give me a ride to school on your carriage, Mr. Ishmael? | |
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| Is that a Skillet sweatshirt? Rofl. | |
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