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Life's
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This weekend
I went to the witch burning at Middlebury. `That was a hoot.
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So, how
long have you had this? Oh, 'bout 35 years. 'Twas my father's before that?
A solid silver toilet, wow!
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I can't
believe it? They removed all of the Judy Bloom books?!
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They started
out as a skiffle band. But they found that no one really liked skiffle music.
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Slow down, Hoke?! Shut up,
you old skinny, white woman!
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And Mussolini addresses
the conventioneers at Duce-Con.
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I call my home Sagamore
Hill. Why? Beacause, Pee Wee's Playhouse was taken.
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Would you Freedon riders
stop singing? This is only a crosstown bus?
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Behold, the Toast of St.
Martin!
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Come to the South American
Mall See the Old Nazi theater players in, Kiss Me, Kate.
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Now Liberty Medical can
deliver asthmatic aids to your home. Sponsored by Lucky Strikes.
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The whole thing's wacked,
yo? Relizing that he made a slip in his undercover time travaling duties.
Brad-004x, throws a plasma bomb on the floor ahd hits the recall button.
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Remember, Boy. Wimmin is
poison!
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So, you wish to be an intern
for Bela Lugosi?
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Weirdest Advent calendar
I've ever seen.
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See, I told ya we catch
more fish if I used blasting caps?
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This was the photo of the
family before they begain the Easter egg hunt. Only two returned back alive.
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Look out, their whip is out of control!? They'll kill us all! |
At last, the true story of Katie Couric. |