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00:11:30
Dana Snyder, Bobby Ellerbee, Unknown Hinson
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But peewee sports are good at that, too.
Go ahead and repeat that last stanza again.
l'm afraid this handsome fella here is taken.
How about l suck your... dry behind the dumpster at the Sip 'n Strut?
so he lashes out with guerrilla-style poetry and whatnot.
Damn you, party liquor!
l just got sassed by a whore!
is what we call a tooth.
''but this house poet strikes again.''
Now, Russell, l know your nerve must be a-jingle-jangling about right now.
Hell, l couldn't tell you half the mess l learnt in school.
No offense, Ting Tong.
than the truth behind the decapitated hooker in the rec room.
l just don't want to let you down, daddy.
fold-outs, covered in scribblings, wrote up all over?
- Man, let me drive that thing. Come on! - Do not touch the trim!
- l'm saying hey. - And say hey to that oxygen tank for me.
Prom's over! Pop quiz!
Well, hell, l don't know neither. Must be a repossess memory.
...as these furious, pumped-up cocks erupt in massive violence.
l just got sass by a whore!
so he lash out with guerrilla-style poetry and whatnot.
Now, you remember that motivatical cheer me and you come up with?
You mind if l steal him for just a little bit of this dance?
Nothing bind a father and a son more closely...
Now, Rusty, read me something out loud from the assign text.
Now there's something you're suppose to do...
Nope! Now get your ass wash up, son. lt's prom night.
These is rocks which you throw. These here is rocks that you get hit by.
...as these furious, pump-up cocks erupt in massive violence.
l rode the hell out of Disneyland.
Now on to history. What just happen?
l'll respond to them in their earth language, l guess.
lf you get out, you pass.
Let's see what kind of whore move you got.
You mind if l steal him for just a little bit of this dance?
Now, Rusty, read me something out loud from the assigned text.
- But that's just a damn well, Daddy. - Correct.
Let the ground spew forth 1,000 geysers of blood...
♪ Sometimes l wish the sun would just explode ♪
l sure hope l get laid.
l'm sorry, daddy, l never played soccer before.
''but this house poet strikes again.''
But peewee sports are good at that, too.
Yes, l do, daddy. l would like that very much.
Now, Russell, l know your nerves must be a-jingle-jangling about right now.
l'm sorry, daddy, l never played soccer before.
- Back off, you old bitch! He is mine! - Yeah, it's on!
Where's the ball?
Prom's over! Pop quiz!
♪ Sometimes l wish the sun would just explode ♪
Now, get on back to the home where they want you.
Now, Russell, l know your nerves must be a-jingle-jangling about right now.
Would y'all care to know where l found your boy here?
Well, maybe he feels oppressed by an Orwellian overlord...
than the truth behind the decapitated hooker in the rec room.
but my innate inabilitry to progress cognacious thunk.
Well, maybe he feels oppressed by an Orwellian overlord...
Boysenberry jam, dumb ass. Them other ones is out of season.
Ain't that the damn place where they got all them, let's see, what you call them...
- Books? - No, no. Like square, like a magazine.
♪ My dreams are all dead and buried ♪
How was Disneyland, Rusty? Hell, that sounds nice.
Rusty, we've learned a hell of a lot over this past day...
You mind if l steal him for just a little bit of this dance?
- Back off, you old bitch! He is mine! - Yeah, it's on!
- l don't like soccer, Daddy. - Place your bets. All windows are open.
- You all right? - Hell, yeah.
But peewee sports are good at that, too.
Go ahead and repeat that last stanza again.
l remember my first prom.
One other thing, Early.