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My great grandfather looked like a lot of people. He won 53 Bing Crosby look-alike contests and 12 Martin Luther King, Junior look-alike contests. Now he's dead and he doesn't look like either one of them anymore.
Roach ****? That's an interesting name. How did you get
it? Well, I grew up in Amsterdam, Holland and as a child
I loved to eat roach **** -- Okay, okay, that's enough!
And then Billy Jack is suddenly injured when a statue of Thomas Jefferson's nephew falls on him in the men's room at Arco and then he rushes out to **** 3 commies who are messing with an Indian woman in an unmanly way, trying to have their fiendish way with her and then it starts to rain and he gets there just in time to rescue Roscoe, his pet duck, that had beak-lock and nearly drowns because it couldn't close its mouth by bringing its beaks together.
I'll pray for you but not for too long because my schedule's full and hectic and my parents are dead and cremated and resting in the ***** of Christ for now and for a long time probably. Dead people are quiet except in ghost-form, then they're noisier than 2 ghetto skanks tearing each other's wigs off at Walmart up front where normal people can see their massive ***** flop around like piglets in a kiddie pool for some reason.
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