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#161
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Hey kid you got no class.
Hit the bums, kid. Run like the devil. Get a tin can and take up mooching. Knock on back doors for a nickel. Tell them your story. Make 'em weep. You could have been a meat-eater, kid. But you didn't listen to me when I laid it down. Stay off the tracks. Forget it. Its a bum's world for a bum. You'll never be Emperor of the North Pole, kid. You had the juice, kid, but not the heart and they go together. You're all gas and no feel, and nobody can teach you that, not even A-No.1. So stay off the train, she'll throw you under for sure. Remember me for that. So long, kid. |
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#162
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Well, why don't you kiss my sister's black kids ass.
The Wild Bunch |
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#163
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Don't sell yourself short, Judge, you're a tremendous slouch.
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#164
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Your uncle molests collies.
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#165
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Did your friend get his face at a fire sale too?
Pat Novak for Hire(radio play) |
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#166
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I'll stick my foot so far up your ass the sweat on my knee will quench your thirst.
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#167
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You're a lying no-good [censored] and a four-flushing son of a bitch, but no matter...
Tequila Sunrise |
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#168
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Do you live under power lines?
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#169
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BOIL DRIPPING BEEF FART SNIFFING BUBBLE BUTT!
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#170
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I did not achieve this position in life by having some snot-nosed punk leave my cheese out in the wind.
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