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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 troubles
Fulfilling 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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