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I can count on the mealymouthed old man who called himself my father. |
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Rock and roll sounds like eating balls. |
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You, the vile creature, sound like my voice. |
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A goat, gentle reader, adores that one episode of Quantum Leap I was in. |
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The poet laureate has no use for my new novel, Yes, Virginia, There Is a Patricia Richardson, and She Ate My Balls. |
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