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| So this guy walks into a bar with a 12 inch pianist... Woah woah woah. I can't tell that one here! | |
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| So she says, "If we don't have anymore fig leaves, what the hell is brushing against my leg?" | |
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| Thank you. Thank you. You can catch me at St. Peter's Chicken and Used Matresses on Thursday. | |
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