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Strangers.
Feed them. Then eat them. |
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Barbeque sauce. I should have known.
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You two need a woman.
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I love you all - except, possibly, you. Not sure why, but you seem "suspect".
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Suspect, that one word describes everything.
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Just one woman? Between us?
OK, Bodil, which end do I get? I bet it's the end that eats and talks. |
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usted dos necesidad de encontrar a unas mujeres cada uno
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Either end is OK. Pluses and minuses work out to zero in the end. In my rock-solid opinion. And I am the Lord of Creation.
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usted dos necesidad de encontrar a unas mujeres cada uno
muy cierto |
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entonces usted habla un pequeño español, sí
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lo suficiente para emborracharse
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Esto no hace ningún sentido
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Fk you both, bill less so.
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Nada tiene sentido cuando estás borracho
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Ta much, Bodil. I'm all out of vaseline.
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usted es una persona loca que duerme con su madre
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I'm drunk as hell - and don't you forget it.
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San Miguel para mi
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I find that very insulting, Jug, especially since my dear mother has been dead for some years.
I've put this in English lest anyone fails to notice that you are a**bag. |
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Angel cake. Mmm....
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All i said was you are one crazy mother f*cker in a none insulting way.
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All gone wrong - idiots win distant thread.
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All gone wrong - idiots win distant thread.
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All gone wrong - idiots win distant thread.
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Leave it, Jug, I can hardly think in English and tomorrow I must think in French. I wonder if there's any Scotch left in that bottle.
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Nationalism.
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Bad habit scotch & computers, take the aspirins now.
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Cheekie-pot!
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you need to swill your head out you sad man.
Let me repeat that: "You need to sort your head out, you sad man." |