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When you are around enough fuckmeisters for any length of time eventually their vocabulary, f-shots and all, become yours and you will find yourself at the dinner table surrounded by silence and staring children while your own voice echoes in your head -"Hey Mom, would you pass the fucking salt, please?"
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And now to disengage the clutch of the forebrain ... 
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