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A Friend Is a Lesson to Be Learned  |
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Another Trip to Baltimore |
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Becoming What You Hate |
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Bluebook Bedtime Story |
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Breathing With One Bad Lung |
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Catalyst |
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Don't Even Try to Start a Honda Accord If It's in Drive |
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Elvis Wears Nikes |
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Fading Away Like the Rest of Them |
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Friends That Fuck |
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Fuck You |
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I Bought This Southern Rap Compilation and All I Got Was This Lousy High Hat |
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I Wanna Talk to Samson |
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Igor, My Girlfriend Dumped Me... Let's Write Sad Songs |
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I'm Sad for You |
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Improv Jam One; Take One |
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Josh's Dream Party: Beer, Girls, and a Computer |
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Kicked |
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Looking Back on the Way You Want to Be in the Future |
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Luc Fucked the Prom Queen |
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Mauro, If This Is a Show About God, I'm Gonna Kill You |
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Memoirs of an Illiterate Penpal |
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Millions Lost at the Penny Arcade |
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Moira |
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Nine Minutes of Non-Fiction |
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Oh Shit |
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Seeping Through the Cracks |
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September 15th, City Lights, and the Clouds That Suck Them Dry |
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Shit Blows Up... It's So Good |
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Shit Blows Up...It's So Good |
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Short-Haired Metal |
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So Tom Cruise Turns to Me and Says |
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Sorry for the Misunderstanding Mr. Watts... |
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The Last Sip Is 90% Spit |
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There Was Definitely a Point When the Victim Passed Out...Then the Killer Kicked Him |
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There Will Come Soft Rains |
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There's a Fine Line Between Thrift Store and White Trash |
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Trips to Baltimore |
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What Is in the Making |
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When My Favorite Sports Team Loses, It Makes Me Want to Hit My Girlfriend |
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Yes Officer My Name Is Mr. Hermitiowitch... |
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Yes Officer, My Name Is Mr. Hermitiowitch and I Did Sell These Boys a Gazebo |
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You Can't Fight Jose Cuervo and Win |
