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Too right Latch old cock. We should take young Amnesia here down to the arrie for a quick lesson in aussie talk over a couple of pigs ears. With a bit of luck the flea-taxi's should be running at Bulli so we can chuck in 10 each and start a syndicate, hopefully heading home at stumps rat-fucked with a pineapple in our pocket.
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What's easier to believe: that a guy was born without sex in the manner of several Greek demigods and grew up to be able to transmute liquids and alter his body density yet couldn't escape government execution, or that three freemasons in a vehicle made with aluminum foil in an era before digital technology escaped our atmosphere, landing on the moon, broadcasted from there, and then flew back without burning up?
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