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| Well, put your Sunday clothes on, ya little bastards. We're in biped's 2,000th fuckin' comic. | |
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| We don't HAVE any Sunday clothes! WE'VE NEVER BEEN TO CHURCH IN OUR ENTIRE LIVES, YA DUMB BITCH! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO JESUS IS! | |
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| Hey, FUCK YOU!!! SUCK MY COCK, YA LITTLE SHIT-- | |
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| Now, now. You shouldn't talk to the lad that way. If he opens his festering dickhole again, just kick his fuckin' teeth in, ya dumb cunt. | |
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| Mommy, Bobby just drowned Daddy in his own bowel movement. | |
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| FUCK--I'M NEXT!!! Come on, post-partum psychosis!!! Kick in, baby!!! | |
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