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 gargle gargle snarfle upple-uppaguss guss puss

 gargle puss three times a day for optimum phlegm

 NYAH, says the alternate.  NAY! on NYAH, says the candidate.  my mom may 
 have a phD in philosophy bubbles, but your mom has lettuce leaves for ears.  
 i am talking about CRUNCHY HEARING!

 i have a chunk of feta in my ear.  can you hear the cheese?  what i mean 
 was, can you squeeze it?

 i don't think so, it's been there a long time, it's molded to my ear and 
 it's moldy, everything is moldified, leaked into my brain for permanent 
 storage gooooooooopsy doooooooo.

 gumfumbumdiddlycumquat

 jack be nimble jack be quick jack burnt his jack-off now it's a candlestick. 
  he came down with malaria and smells like lemon mist.  don't order out of 
 those fattening catalogs, they'll charge you an arm and a leg and give you 
 eight times the poundage back.  this is only bad if you don't live in 
 london.  this is only bad if you don't live in london.  this is only bad if 
 you don't live in.  this is only.  bad.

 my foot grew a brain and began to twitch when the phone rang.  i began to 
 wish i could squish my toes into a language.

 this is the chicken and the duck song!
 we love to bawk 'n quack all day long!

 so you think you can stop me and spit in my eyeyeyes?!  so you think you can 
 love me and leave me to DIIIIEYEYE?  oh, baaaaabaaaaay.  can't do this to me 
 baaaabaaaaay.  just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta HEYAH.

 and there will be no food, no shelter, and certainly no legg roll for you, 
 cheeky.

 glam flambo mayo hurts my tongue

 poop in my hand, right here

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