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| They don't call me The Most High for nothin''. | |
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| Who's the fox over by the vodka bar that's hitting on your Son? | |
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| Now THAT'S a lip lock! | |
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| JESUS CHRIST! OVER HERE RIGHT NOW, MISTER, OR IT'S BED WITHOUT YOUR MANNA TONIGHT! Sheesh, you'd think three days in a cave would have taught him some manners.... | |
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