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| Well, young fella, howd'ya like yer new yard? | |
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| HIC! Ish bee-yutiful. The rebel statya and lit-up Chrishmush tree almost done made me cry in my beer. | |
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| Thank yuh. When Chris'mus does come, we can bring over a Baby Jesus for the statya to watch over. | |
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| Exshellent. And them two giant purple flamingas in fronta that huge 'Merican flag is jush awesome. | |
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| But how on God's green Earph did ya know I needed a deer-lighted toilet in the front yard? | |
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| Let's jest say you put me in the mind of my get-so-damn-drunk-ya-stumble-off-the-porch-and-drop-trou Uncle Hollis. | |
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