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Ooh, dear, Lump, I feared those would be your words,
You ever study at Bob Jones University?
What'd he catch 'em doin'?
Oh, I tried to get you to see him,
He was some kind of man,
with the demise of the Borscht Belt,
for takin' in this weary, wayward wanderer,
- Oh, come on - Let's go back to God
Now, look here, it's the easiest thing in the world,
What we say in this root cellar, let it stay in this root cellar,
- Fuckin' A, - Whassup, my nigga?
This drill bit's getting awfully hot,
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
Mrs, Munson, I have been trying
and who shall now reap the fruits of our communal efforts,
And, on our behalf, I wish him a warm Mississippi welcome,
Yes, I must confess,
Now, you can doubletalk all you want, It's church or the county jail,
- In your soul - Shine on
Yes
I often find myself more at home in these ancient volumes
She is the other half of my life,
to figure out some way of expressin' my gratitude to you
- I don't vote, So fuck you, - You little fuckin' ingrate,
- Shine on me - Shine on
that the money should appear to have simply vanished without a trace,
To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome,
Yeah, well, I know how to decomplicate it,
You got a gang of bank robbers youse chasin'?
- It's down in my root cellar, - How did it get there, Marva?
in Mr, Pancake's case, in a Hefty bag that is his constant companion,
Goddamn it, his canteen fell off, Props!
Me!
- Oh! OK, papa-san, - Whoa, whoa, whoa,
Pull that ass out and make it clap,
You, You got three fucking seconds, a'ight? One, two, three, You understand?
You stupid boy!
- Come on, yes! - Let's go back to God
- Fuck you! - Fuck you, nubbie!
The Bandit Queen is a den of iniquity,
A little dank, ain't it?
wastin' away at the Mississippi Men's Correctional Facility,
- if you'd like to examine it, - Perhaps when my head has
Oh, no need,
, we want that doughnut money,
Now, look, with equal rights comes equal responsibility,
Your replacement is gonna be black,
So we have decided to return the money, every last cent of it,
Like that ballplayer said, The world's got two kind of folks,
- Come on, yes - Let's go back to God
- Fuckin' A, - Surely a chocolate assortment
- Let it shine on - Come on, now, let your
Jackass! You better get yo' ass back down there and find that shit, dipshit!
I don't keep secrets from Mountain,
No special pleading, No exceptions,
Yeah, you pull on your prick, you get some phantom feelin',
Someone who will be our security, our battering ram, our blunt instrument,
- Stolen money, - But find the victim, Mrs, Munson,
Punitive damages, You goddamn skippy!
You know, with you bein' a tight-ass and all,
- and share stories, - Man, look here,
Let us make beautiful music together,
- and I mean literally lost it 'cause of that fuckin' cat -
You wait til a mod sees this. They gonna lay into this thread proper!
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- And the bus you rode in on, jackass! - Let's step outside, MacSam!
extremely,
.
Don't know if it'll do any good,
- I can tell you that, I say it one time, - Yes, ma'am,
- Ain't that right, Lump? - Uh-huh,
- Oh, my, this is most distressin', - Be a man!
There's no cure, you know, Only control, Lifelong condition,
- You gotta let it shine - Shine on
as a poor but ready substitute, a brief poetic recital,
I also hold a number of other advanced degrees, including the baccalaureate
so forth and whatnot,
I challenge you, Even the casino itself, that riparian Gomorrah,
Desperate men, Mrs, Munson,
I even get some phantom feeling,
This apology buys you a one-week probationary period,
They crucified the Savior
That's not how you maintain a loving, caring relationship,
May come
I need not remind you, it is of the essence of this plan
Why, if this was any other line of work, I'd be getting workman's comp,
Professor?
This is a severe setback,
Go on and enjoy the concert! Driver! Au revoir, mesdames,
Easiest thing in the world
Patrots Locker Room Vrabel and Rossini
- Shine - Shine on
The awful truth,