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That Receiver Was As Wide Open As Annabel Chong.

Now I Don't Have Anything Against Mexican People, But For God's Sakes, Sign The Gust Book On The Way In.

The World Is So Ass-backwards It Almost Makes You Wish You Were Dyslexic.

I Think We Have To Help The Helpless. The Clueless? I Don't Give A Rat's Ass About The Clueless.