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| i know, Miss Sally | |
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| don't tell the misses, but sometimes i just want to grab them and shake them, ya know? | |
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| oh, i know, Miss Sally. sometimes i want to just shake them till they ain't right in the head no more. cut off their testes. make little teste snowmen out of them | |
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