| Somewhere in california, a father and sun heading out to be cowboys in mexico, god knows why... |
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 | We've been stuck in this city for too long, saddle up Kass, and let's blow this popsicle stand! | |
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| To Mexico! | |
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| Dad, we've been riding for days now, we should go ask directions. | |
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| Ok kiddo, hand tight, I'm gonna ask that guy over there for help. | |
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| And so, he asks for help, and finds that they have traveled too far... |
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| You see sir, you went too far, to war country. You need to turn around, and take a left at the monkey that they call President Bush. DUCK MORE ROADSDE BOMBINGS, not that the monkey man gives a damn! | |
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| Hear that Ben, we have to turn left at the crazy primate we passed a couple days ago! | |
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