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| Hello, mister. Mother Mary! You are fine! | |
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| Mike gets a little...cocky...to say the least... |
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| Yeah, my name's Mike, but all my colleagues at NASA, well, they call me Mike the Teriyaki Kike, 'cuz, well, I'm an Asian Jew. Will you let me lick your tittays? | |
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| Hmmm, a Jew? And an Oriental? This must be my lucky day. But, that probably means you're circumcised and microscopic to begin with. That really sucks balls, though I will be doing just that in a few minutes, babe! I love teriyaki... | |
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| But nonetheless, back at headquarters... |
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| Mike, I want you to use calculus to figure out what farts smell like on Jupiter. That means this is a promotion and you'll be getting an expense account... | |
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| Well, she was espensive, that's for damn sure. I wander if she likes to dine out, as in fly over here to eat my teriyaki pork... | |
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