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According to the Book of Becca, "While he excretes, he's the kinda guy who knows just what to say." I hadn't thought about it.
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Anal Annals would have been his choice of reading material. Loosely speaking, that is.
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The Lavatory His Laboratory, Porcelain Poetry, it Could Never Wait.
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Protracted expulsion of Lava after enduring "Slit Yer Own Throat Night" at Shemmie's Wing Emporium.
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After During the Aftermath, They Figured Themselves Subtractions
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Have you not a modicum of modesty, Maude? Bang the cymbals Girl!
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Those twiggy little children....i love their very skeletons.
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Twiggy Superstar, with Her Dehydrated Tots Singing Songs of Abject Poverty, with their new hit song: Filipino Garbage Dump Recycle Playtime Blues Super Fun!
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Larry Dump had thoughts. And on July something 1991 in The Tiki Lounge, he had one, again. He said to himself aloud, " The fulcrum upon which the universe pivots could be just a peristaltic evacuation. I' just sayin' ". Then he puked down the front of his trousers... I liked him for that.
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Hickory Dumpty Fell Off the Wall. Horses of Men Tried to Place Hickory Inside Gorbachev's Mind.
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