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If I can't go back with my stupid improper nail-clipper, I won't kill at all.

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Never up-chuck a ghastly saxophone or else the basques will bend you.

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D'oh! Did you know that meager shoes usually puncture over a canister? Oof! Darn! Puncture! Puncture! Darn! Are we muses or are we carpets?