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| Bob, I don't think this is going to work. We have nothing in common. | |
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| Hey, fuck it, you're not my type anyways. I usually go for more athletic... muscular... well normally I date men. | |
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Later that day on an ill-fated flight to Switzerland...
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| Oh God! I should have nailed that nun you sent me while I had the chance! | |
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| I bet those lucky bastards in first class get air bags. | |
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Somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean...
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| So I says- Listen Sister! Either show me what's under that cloth or go running back to your carpenter! | |
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| Yeah I ate a nun once, they're tough broads. | |
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