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up yours
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why does that man on the radio at this present moment want to steal my language, do your own invention or pay me some copy money.
invent a new program or somthing, why do you have to copy me?
you raspberry cruumble.
ooohhh baby love !
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up yours
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Moooooo
fafffooooo
irrrann
nnooooo
SO, you copied me then i will copy you, bully poo
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!i
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eat your own log !
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hee hee !
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turn the heat up and scream maybe !
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ha ha ha ha
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maybe in old town, if someone listened to your radio program, no one wouldn't fucking know what the duck you are talking about !
i am a robot, i'm going to the shop !
your motyhers got a penis, your mothers got a penis !
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hut
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wake up early to get almost squashed to see a waterfall !
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:P
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clockwork
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:P
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please may i have some milkshake bananna juice ?
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quick
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this room cost money but i'm not a hooker, hurry up we only have 1 hour!
pick me up, pick me up, i'm drowning.
why did you change your name Badly? don't you WANT your real name ?
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:::-D
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shes got hooker pants on is that why you like her?
"i'm dizzy"
oh well, i'm only wearing an O'Neal t-shirt, i can't be good enough!
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sandflies
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"Kimberly is obviously not good enough for him!"
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that camel is a piece of shit, it like biting arses.
tell Jack and Sparrow to go get some ice and copy an intro.
spin around, you might decide you like Plato one day.
you can't catch me, you can't catch me, seeee can can beach boy is on my team.
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"Guns don't shoot people, they shoot stars."
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whats a GUN ?
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whats a GUN ?
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gja
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The high Atlas mountains - like i'd never seen before - like i'll never see again.
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Strideo
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shooting stars are romantic, fleeting, and beautiful. perhaps a perfect symbol of a life lived fast and bright. a blur gone in an instant. a brief moment upon which we gaze with excitement and then we look back upon it and realize that before we could even begin to enjoy it . . . it was gone.
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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