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I'll fly to Bonn Germany and call the Texans snit firanerds.
I'm gonna get Kitt blamed fir reverting to silly baby bable
I'll go now to carve a pumpkin and gibber to a puppy mutt.
I'd hock my wedding band, but someone stole it years ago.
She lives in guesthouse. We get along great. We never talk.
If she walks in my home, I's do become backwoods duffer.