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| Either I tripped some acid or Lucky the Leprechaun got blowed up! | |
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| Hey, you look like a fine little lady, if not a little hairy. What's shakin', puss? | |
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| You ain't gonna believe dis! Last night I be trippin' and this cat lady in a fine-ass dress just comes up to me and spouts off the formula for perpetual enery. I'm gonna be a quazillionaire! | |
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| You're still high, Gerald. In fact, in reality you're sitting at a crack whore's kitchen table staring at a soggy bowl of marshmallow cereal. Also she stole all your cash. | |
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