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Dear Darla, I hate your stinking guts. You make me vomit.
Actually, I've always had a rather extensive vocabulary, not to mention a phenomenal grasp of grammar and a superlative command of syntax.
We are he-man woman haters. We feed girls to alligators
Any last words?
Why am I soaking wet?
Love note? No, this is gonna be a hate note!
My father bought the oil refinery.
That wasn't sand, that was kitty litter.
Hey, my mom's here!
We have to buy some lumber.
Hey, Spanky, me and Porky have an idea.
You snot wads stole our racer!
This tastes like somebody poured it through an old boot!
Girls have no sense of direction.
If you were my kids, I'd punish you.
You can't treat people like this, Mister!
You're not thinkin' about Darla, are ya?
When's the last time we beat you up?
Everything's working out perfectly.
Just as I thought, you are ashamed of me
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