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horse's arse dropped
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a gold brick!
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This brick was
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a rudimentary rutabega
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round ripe and
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bursting with lust
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Flyman didn't want
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fingers up his
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congress vodka bottle.
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So he decided
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to stuff his
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bottle in his
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tattered blue jeans
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with gold sequins
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That shimmered when
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the light was
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blazing from above
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as the sound
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of 27 different
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post modern mammals
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with shaved heads.
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Splck couldn't grasp
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his tiny tool
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with either hand
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so he called
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the antidisestablishmentarianists to
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utilize the jaws-of-life
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to open three
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whore houses so
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that he could
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make a deposit
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on the vinyl
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record collection they
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kept wrapped in
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foil. Paddyjoe keeps
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looking for his
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shizzle while trying
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to open her
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bank account. He
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found she kept
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