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#101
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Why do you ask, Two Dogs Fucking?
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#102
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With a pig this good, you don't eat him all at once.
I don't have to outrun the tiger. We, Kemosabe? |
#103
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If I could walk that way, I wouldn't need the powder.
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#104
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Because the dog's a damn liar. He never did any of that shit.
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#105
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If you think that's bad, you should see the monkey that pulled the cork.
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#106
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Oh, he's our shortstop.
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#107
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No, I never found the head.
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#108
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If you've seen Juan, you've seen Amahl.
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#109
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"Jose, can you see?"
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#110
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Tonto Goldstein, but my friends call me 'Boudreaux'.
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#111
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I have no idea, but the Pope is his chauffeur.
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#112
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Dammit, I missed.
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#113
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Sheep Lie
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#114
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"I wish you'd beat me half to death."
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#115
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Okay, now what?
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#116
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Shoot the lawyer twice.
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#117
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One's a scum-sucking bottom dweller, and the other's a fish.
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#118
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people who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones
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#119
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Earwig-o Earwig-o Earwig-o
He's a common 'tater |
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#120
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No, but his face sure rings a bell.
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#121
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What??? They gave me a chihuahua?!?!
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#122
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It's running down my leg
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#123
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Little boys' pants, half-off!
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#124
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[hold thumb and index finger out] because they've been told their whole lives this is foot long.
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#125
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It's the First Lady's handwriting.
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#126
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BANG! Okay, he's dead. What do I do next?
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#127
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"...Pinocchio?"
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#128
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In Japan we call it carp to carp walleting.
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#129
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[pause] "She's on the roof."
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#130
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"Will the defendant please rise?"
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#131
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Whatever you do, don't push the button marked "TR"
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#132
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There was no punchline.
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#133
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.....because they couldn't find three wise men or a virgin.
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#134
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A big red rock eater.
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#135
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No soap radio.
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#136
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"Sincerely, Dick Van Dyke."
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#137
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Oh, I thought you said you became a Protestant.
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#138
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Are we playing golf, or are we playing silly buggers?
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#139
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Sam and Janet Evening.
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#140
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So the rabbi snatches up both tens and leaves a check for thirty dollars.
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#141
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Underneath my newspaper was my packet of biscuits.
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#142
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The yellow brick!
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#143
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Takeoff, Zebra, Baby
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#144
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Fluctuations? Fluck you Americans!
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#145
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Do you mind if I pass it through my kidneys first?
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#146
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It defined "victim" as "one who has encountered Chuck Norris"
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#147
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Hold onto your nut's this is no ordinary "Blow Job"
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#148
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one of them shucks between fits.
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#149
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"The same kind of people who would name their pit bull Jesus"
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#150
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Count the legs and divide by four.
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