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 | so this baby duck and baby skunk are crossing the street with their mothers, when the mothers both get squashed by a passing truck... | |
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| the baby duck starts crying. the skunk asks "why are you crying?" "my mother just died and I don't know what I am yet!" | |
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| "let's look at this objectively: you've got a bill, and webbed feet - you're a duck!" | |
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| The skunk then began to cry. "why are you crying now?" "I just realized I don't know what I am either!" | |
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| "well, let's look at this objectively: you're dark, you smell like sh#t. You're mexican!" | |
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| you're an awful human being, bob. I'm not much better, you know with the drinking while preggers... | |
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