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| Goodness, dear! How in the world did little Timmy wind up in the hospital? | |
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| Well...he asked me to do a strip-tease for him, and he got so painfully aroused that he wanted to look at me and masturbate, and-- | |
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| OH MY GOD! NNNFFFF... NNNNNFFFFFF... | |
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| MOTHER! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!? | |
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| Good heavens...old Mrs. Hudson's confession was certainly...er... "colorful" this week... | |
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| I finally finished cleaning up all that yogurt you spilled in the confessional , Father O'Mallard. | |
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