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In a world they felt was steadily going to shit, Delmar and Greg once day decided to the simplest and most effective way to cope with a world slipping out of their control was to go rat-fuck insane:
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| I tell you, life was so much easier when I was Jesus Christ, eating paste under the sink in Kindergarten. People respected me then, even when I pissed all over my nap-mat. | |
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| SAY HEY MOMMA SEE THE WAY YOU MOVE! GON' MAKE YOU SWAET GON' MAKE YOU GROOVE! | |
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It was beleived that somewhere in their insane ramblings THE TRUTH could be found.
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| I think I might be on fire right now. | |
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| Y'know what I want to see right now? A horny movie of a nekkid woman making a sandwich, then crushing it with her ample derriere. My "nips" harden in anticipation . . . | |
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Other, less biased observes thought this was probably a load of bullshit and they were just babbling lunatics.
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| I have six children! SIX! And a bagel I call Burl Ives. Also, I am a millionaire and a wiener salesman! And I can't put my arm down! | |
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| Melissa, you gotta listen to me. One time, okay see, one time, I sang a song about a honky-tonk whilst fucking a butterchurn. Man, that was the BEST Sunday School EVER. | |
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