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 | Alright Your Eminence, the jig is up. I know all about the sucky-sucky action with Bobby Schlong...what was it...Milky Ways? Baby Ruths? 100 Grand bars? What devilish confection did you use to corrupt that poor boy? | |
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| Snickers...of course,my son. | |
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| Well, you Pooper Pope, I hope you have a sweet tooth, cuz where you're going, you'll be chowing on Snickers for 20 years. | |
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| Son, do you happen to be Catholic? | |
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| Gosh Sarge! You bludgeoned those poor priests to death and crammed your nightstick into both their asses like my double headed dildo! How will we ever write this up for the Chief? | |
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| f#*k the Chief and f#*k you! Hey, come to think of it, I have a lint covered breath mint in my pocket...hows about you give my c#ck and balls a little lickeroo? | |
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