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Cigarettes have killed millions. |
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I wish I would have thought of that. |
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What the fuck smells like tooth loss in here? |
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We've got lamb on the door waiting for the angel. |
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Walking through blood knee high. |
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I wish I would have thought of that. |
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What the fuck smells like bad priest in here? |
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We've got blood on the door. |
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God-war. Death-president. |
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Let's get hopped up on horse tranquilizers and play with claw hammers. |
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Maybe stop at the tendon and try to keep this screwdriver out of your neck. |
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Hey kids, the Jesus-reaper wears a cowboy hat. |
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(These plowshares have fashioned the perfect swords. I kneel with one eye on the clock. High up in our heaven they'll laugh and smoke cigars when natural selection renders this rock a vacant lot - Trevor Strnad). |
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We should apologize... say we're sorry. |
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If you hadn't sprayed our throats on the floor, Micheal |