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She showed me how to rub wood until it catches fire. |
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The bench? He ate it. |
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Pretty clever idea. Suppose you find someone with silver paint on his hands. He isn't your boyfriend and you know you didn't sleep with him. Now you know who did. |
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It doesn't look like they've eaten much of anything, let alone a stupid old apple. |
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Ho. Ho. Ho.
And that's not even counting the ones in the red shorts. |
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Clearly this is a sign you're overdue for a mammogram. |
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Since "Motley Crue" was already taken, they went with "Variegate Assemblage" instead. |
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And yet his sidekick is a girl. What gives? |
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I can't believe they never thought about remaking the Wizard of Oz this way either. |
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Since we're having a Rocky Horror year,
here's a quick PSA:
Don't dream it. Bee it. |
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Big bow. Check.
Big hair. Check. Big boobs. Check. Big hands. Wait. What? |
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Well, that's one flag I'll bet you could get a Republican to burn. |
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Don't turn around, uh-oh!
Der Kommissar's in town, uh-oh! |
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Imagination.
Either they lack it in their costumes or I don't have enough of it to figure out what the hell they're supposed to be. |
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Yeow! Turn those outfits down! |
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Okay, what the fuck was in that peace pipe?! |
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I thought maybe he was too overeager in that classic ripping off the shirt move. Nope. It was steroids. |
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