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Mr. Wonderful
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The second in our special guests for the barnstorming tour is me. I was one of the second people crabby had in mind when he thought of guest stars and I didn't disappoint with this series, especially since I no longer think about anything else except Willard Scott's severed head and musical shoe babies.
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| I've been tracking murderer for days. I fear that he is aware of my presence somehow. | |
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| Dude, seriously, I've got a headache and that GPS device is making this humming noise. Could you just turn it off for a bit. | |
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| Perhaps if I don't move he won't be able to see me. | |
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| I'm just fucking with you, lets go get breakfast. | |
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| He's bluffing. If he could see me, he would run away. | |
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| Man, my mommy and daddy were eaten by alligators. Would you please be my new daddy? | |
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| No, I don't have time to be this "new daddy" you seek. I am tracking a murderer. | |
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| You are? Where is he now? | |
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| He's right -- FUCK! You ditzy little SHITHEAD! | |
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| HA ha! The murderer got away-ay! The murderer got away-ay! NYAH-NYAAAAH! | |
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| I suppose I can be your dad for a bit now. So what do you kids do now days? | |
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| Perhaps I can use you as bait. Are you prepared to try and get a murderer to find you. | |
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| Why would he want to find me? | |
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| Because of your sassy Myspace page. | |
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| I have 2 pics where you can see my bra strap. | |
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| ...and then this dumb little girl distracted him, so I got away. | |
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| BOY OH BOY! If I were you, I'd MARRY that little girl! | |
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| But Dad, I can't marry a little girl! That's -- AGAINST THE LAW! | |
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| So? I married your mother when she was five, didn't I? | |
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| Why -- you SURE DID! And that worked out GREAT! | |
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| AND, it was HER idea to name you "MR. BUTTHOLE!" | |
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| I'm afraid my blackberry is blowin' up and I can't be your daddy anymore, but I'll leave you my stunt double. | |
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| I guess I'm your new dad. | |
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| CALM THE FUCK DOWN! I DON'T WANNA HAVE TO USE THIS LASER. | |
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--- Legend, oh legend, the third wheel legend...always in the way.
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