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| How do you like my new perfume? | |
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| You napalm my lungs. You American kill my whole family. I go now. I no die at hands of Paris Hilton chemical warfare. | |
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| Hey, Laquisha. Wanna go for a smoke? Sniff, sniff. Do I smell diesel, with a hint of rose? | |
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| Aaaaagh!!! Laquisha!!!! I'm burning!!! Where the fuck was your caution label?! I have to wear one for you!!! | |
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