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 | Hey Jim you smell that? I was savin' it just for you. | |
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| Oh man! It smells like burnt potato chips and ass! | |
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| That one was like award winning. Screw the emmy, i want a f#*king trophey for that incredible cloud of man gas i just created! | |
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| This just in: Local reporter nominated for the nastiest microscopic fecal matter explosion; wins in a lanside victory. | |
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| You guys make me sick, the whole lot of you, no class. | |
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| Hey weather man, can you "make it rain, make it rain, make it rain on them bitches". | |
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