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| Know who cracks me up? Fruit Fly. Fruit Fly be talking with that lisp, all, "You haven't lived until you've crapped in someone's Zinfindel. Sonoma Region, preferably an odd numbered vinatge." | |
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| I'm just kidding. I love Fruit Fly. Fruit Fly be doing the hell out of my taxes right now. He all like, "Sorry Beetle, but Martinis can not be deducted." And I'm like, but I use them in my act." | |
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| And he says, "yeah, how's that?" And I say, I put the olive on my head. Ohh! | |
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