| A discussion by the ole' office windmill. |
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 | With this moustache, I can get into almost any gentleman's club I want. | |
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| You don't say? Well, then, I guess it's true... I do want you to sit on a blender. | |
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| How could you say that to a woman with such heaving proportions? | |
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| For starters, you smell like the fermenting loaf of a desert yak. Second, you remind me of a slightly retarded HItler. | |
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| You mean Groucho Marx. | |
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| No, I mean that you are in serious need of a bath, and then you need to drink bleach...to make sure that you die. | |
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