You have to really get inside there, man.
God, I feel like I'm channeling Pilot. |
I'll let you borrow my rake if you promise to burn it afterwards.
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You don't really understand the definition of "borrow", do you?
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Man, what a dick.
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I know you're jealous
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If I wanted to scratch my own arse I would have done it by now, wouldn't I?
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I was actually going to be nice to this one.
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Then why hand me a rake? For me to scratch it? Hell no. It's your turn now, Varrok. Get the marigolds on. I also recommend an apron.
TG's cool. |
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Also, no, I'm allergic, sorry. |
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And I take it you sneeze all the time? |
I actually *ACHOO*
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HELLO!
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Hello,and welcome!
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Pay no attention to them.
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Handin' out rakes like it's no thang.
Thanks and hello to you too Scraby and Crashpunk, I'm a total rebel. |
i sort of got lost among the arse-scratching and rakes and shit but i think i discerned that TG is the new guy and wanted to advertise it. in that case i'll follow you around giving bullshit advice and humiliating you whenever you do something stupid, like some overpaid drill sergeant.
i'm empty inside. |
Unless you got MM over. Badum dum tschh
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too many 'dum's.
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Actually, I learned it with 3 drumbeats + cymbal as well. It's interesting how quickly I forgot that though.
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fuck you its too many dums
its not Eastenders goddamn |
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Ew, Eastenders.
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DOOF
DOOF DOOF DOOF DO-DO-DO-DOOF |
I don't get these jokes. That makes me happy.
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Smiiiiiiiiiiiiiiile, OANST.
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Now you do. Mine, anyway. |
That's still one of the best utilized ending themes ever.
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that's the kind of shit we have aired on TV. Eastenders, Coronation Street, fucking goddamn Hollyoaks. mind-numbing.
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