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Brit meets a depantsed italian... Intent: borrow money for a beer. Result: Brit craps himself, Italian gets no blowjob. No transaction as intended.
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| Croiky! I otta choke a bloody chicken with moy li-ele pal Bert, he's a fiesty little bugger of a bloke, but - Jiminy Crickets! I just crapped myself! | |
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| You hand-a me a beer-a, and then-a my pants-a-fall off-a! Take-a the pizza-pie-a and ram it up your ass-a! First-a taste-a my secret sauce-a! | |
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Stoner meets evil demon squirrel from hell. Intent: Score a bag of weed. Result: Squirrel scores a bag of nuts, one less stoner can reproduce(this is not necessarily a bad thing).
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| Whoa, the little furry dude's gonna like... Chop me up n' stuff... Huhu, I said furry. | |
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| EEEEEE--HEHEHHE!!! I'm going to eat you! | |
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And of course, the ultimate conversation. King Dork talks to a pumpkin. Intent: the pumpkin wants to die. Result: The pumpkin lives - WOULD SOMEONE SHUT THIS IDIOT UP!!!!!!!
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| One time, I had 13 peanuts shoved up my nose... Then someone made me laugh and they got stuck. Wanna play laser tag? I fed an elephant ex-lax. C.H.I.P.S. is the best show ever. Fred Savage rocks. | |
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| Just squash me out of my miserable existance and get it over with you god damn dweeb... | |
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