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I guess it's liver again.
Can't you make some pork?
Have you heard of this animal called a pig ?
Watcha do to this pudding ?
My ulcer's starting to bleed.
This sludge's obscene - quick, get my gun!I-I-I-I want that filth off my screen.
Degenerate game show pornography.
Mr. John Birch is having troublesfulfilling his marital obligations.
God you're getting fat!
Can't you suck in that gut ?
Change the channel too, I wanna watch the news.
She threw the baby out the window,pervert on angel dust.
Liberal New York faggot scum atheist.I-I-I-I sometimes dream:I'm a dressed girl,with Ho Chi Minh,in the prison yard.
Balls and chain.
Balls and chain.
Mad dogs on a bone.
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