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Introducing... Steve and Squirrel!
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| Sigh, 2005 sucked ass. I didn't get the job, I didn't get the girl, and all I ever feel anymore is the crushing despair of loneliness. | |
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| Oh, cheer up! Let's go to Daisy Buchanan's tonight to drink in the New Year. I'll be your wingman! Chicks dig the tail. | |
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| Even if it weren't snowing like crazy out, I'm pretty sure that would be some sort of health code violation. | |
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| Well, if you're that worried about it, we can disguise you with a Tom Menino mask. You're mumbly enough, and it's pretty dark in there. | |
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| Half of me is mad I'm being ridiculed by a rodent, but the other half is relieved that at least he didn't suggest a Kerry Healy disguise. | |
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| Oooh, I almost forgot, we should get you a mayoral sash! | |
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