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| I never want to travel with you ever again... If it were left up to you, we would dehydrate and die from your inability to plan even the most simple outings. | |
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| I flunked out of the Vatican Boy Scouts because I didn't have a moral compass... | |
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| Stop worrying. Last week we felled you with a tranquilizer dart and tagged you with a GPS device. | |
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| That was thoughtful. | |
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| At least I prepared... hold on... open this thermos of martinis while I call on my cell phone to have them track you down via satellite... | |
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