Be afraid, be very afraid.
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Watch out for the �creamy� eggs.
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If you like golf, this is about as good as it gets.
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Just �beware of golfers� would have sufficed.
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1983 called. It wants its collar back.
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Yeah, we're open. Game on, bitch.
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Who wants to blow these two guys? Raise your hand.
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So THIS is Benner's powerful elixer.
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Ed...would you brow me?
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Yes...I will.
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And then reach around and grab my thing.
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Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
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Kirk dear...are you still mad at me about last night?
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Instant bitch...just add Jagermeister.
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Red beer cup with matching contact lenses...pretty gay.
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Rookie...don't EVER let Benner fart in your glass!!
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Mmmm...bankers are SO tasty.
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Why isn't anyone standing next to Benner?
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Now THAT'S desecrating Old Glory.
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Benner...had...chili... Can't...focus... Losing...consciousness...
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"Blimey" this, "Cheerio" that. DAMN, Limeys are fucking annoying!
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Rookie Joe getting undressed for "rookie duties".
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Hey Cookie...I'm just out here musin' t' myself...
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I wike when they sing "Feewings"!
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There's only so much piss grass can take.
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Siamese fags.
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Oh shit! I'm feeling sober. Meds!! Stat!!
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Most people don't see Bobby's profile. Usually it just the top of his bobbing head.
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Scientists still don't understand why these animals beach themselves
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The deer come out in front of Evan's foursome where it is safest.
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Kirk...I'm still a bit sore...
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"*There's nothing but a splatter...anyone can see..." *See Sarkisian Crapsody
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Jorge is really a "wetfront"
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