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| 'Scuse me, Santa. What God say 'bout people who get fired from they job? | |
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| Umm...what do you mean, my son? | |
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| I mean do they go to hell or do they just sit around in they dirty shorts, eating Cheerios with a fork all day? | |
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| You are troubled. Please come inside, so that I may pray with you. | |
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| Whoa, Papa Smurf! Gerald don't play that! I ain't no robe grabber. Know what I'm sayin'? | |
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| Lord, I have finally found someone worthy of Your divine Wraith... | |
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