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| Get off the fucking ball! Off! That's my ball! Did you work all day? Because I did, and now I want to relax on MY BALL! | |
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| Son, take off those fucking nipple clamps! I played football with you growing up so you'd grow up to be a man, not an S'n'M REM! | |
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| Dammit Mom, where are you going? You're in the garden again! | |
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| When I die this is where I want to be buried. Between the oregano and the cilantro. Your father loved cilantro. He was a closet homosexual. | |
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