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A Rhetorical Question: What Do Christian Kids Talk About? (Ex: "God Is Awesome" "Totally")  |
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Are You There, God? Please Help Me Stop Masturbating. |
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Call Me Old-Fashioned, but I Think Trains Are Kick-Ass. |
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Cheeseburger Karma 2004: A Jam Odyssey. |
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Did You Ever Notice That "Stat" is "Tats" Backward? Dude, That's So Tribal. |
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Girl, Are You Down With Bacteria? And If So, Would You Like to See the Inside of Our Van? |
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Girl, Are You Pregnant? It's Not My Fault! You Seduced Me! |
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Hey Goth Girl, Isn't It a Little Hot to Be Wearing Pants? |
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I Don't Lift Weights to Impress the Bitches. I Lift Weights to Knock a Sucka's Teeth Out. |
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I'm Pretty Sure I Got My Cat Pregnant |
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It Sure Does Get Lonely Out Here in the Boondocks. Thank God for Cock. |
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Killing the Wheelchair-Bound as They Exit Church With Missiles Fired From Helicopters Is My Milieu. |
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Lets Fall in Love Over Aim So We Can Fuck When We Meet at Cornerstone. |
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My Other Car Is a Centaur. |
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Never Mind the Amputees. Let's Have Sex. |
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Oh My God. Omigod. Oohhh My God. I Thought Nailguns Had A Safety. |
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Pssst! Hey, the Lord Is Awesome. Pass It On. |
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They Say the People Elect the Government They Deserve, but I Don't Remember Knife-Raping Any Retarded Nuns. |
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Three Easy Steps to Digging Up and Reanimating Your Ass, Only to Rock It Into the Ground Once Again. |
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Whoa, Frankenstein! I Didn't Program You to Make Out With Boys! |
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You're Fired, You're Fired, You're Fired. Goddamn It, I'm Spike Lee. |
