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69_ultra_chicken_box
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paste!
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hurry!
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010720
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baby satan
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::: starts slow-dancing furiously with all chickens in the vicinity :::
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010720
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paste!
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last call! last call!
:: whispers to all poultry poppers "hurry, the bird is getting away." ::
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010721
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paste!
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wanna go for a ride in my coop?
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011120
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narpf edith
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why are hens so hot?
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011120
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Norm
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69 ultra chicken box, 69 ultra chicken box! Ready, break!
One nut 33, one nut 33, down, set, hut, hut, hut!
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011120
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paste!
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crazy legs johnson falls back in the pocket, hen #17 blitzes, gobble gobble, there's an egg! on the field and a whistle. replay down.
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011120
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god
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coach landry drops the hen he's been plucking and looks toward the bench. with the pointing of one bony finger, he sends in the ghost string. red grange, the "galloping ghost" leads the pack in formation. jim thorpe, bronco nagurski, brian piccolo, they're all there.
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011121
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name that game
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penis!
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011121
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DannyH
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chicken/nut?
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satan satan satan
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which came first?
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hoss "narpf edith cartwright"
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hopsing, i'm so hungry i could eat fried bear fat
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020524
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paste!
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granted, there will be no teeth for thee lunchbox on any given saturday or homecoming, homey, and so when they align take notes and bring out the ham salads.
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020525
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narpf edith
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agreed
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020619
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god
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well i guess this might be the apex of all eternity for today anyways. put in a lesbian with an "8" tattooed on her ass and an "h" floating in midair above the pope's head, and make all the seas turn black w/ pepsi and it'll be time for me to call it a day. what?! WHAT?!! a yellow flag? are you blind? no way that was holding!
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040928
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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