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| 'Ello 'ol chum. Good news, I've obtained two tickets for us to tonight's show of Spamalot -- the new play based on Monty Python and the Holy Grail. | |
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| C'mon chum, you know the movie -- classic British humour. "I fart in your general direction... Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries... We are the Knights who say, Ni!" | |
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| What the fuck you talkin' 'bout? Take someone else, faggot. Besides, I gotta video I rented. | |
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| Little Boy Blue. He needed the money! Ohhhh! Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet eating her curds and whey. Along came a spider, who sat down beside her and said, "Hey, what's in the bowl, bitch?" | |
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| Ha Ha Ha Ha. Ah Ha Ha Ha. Ha Ha Ha Ha. | |
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