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Or may I say, "Meow-chelle"?
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- Who has your car keys? - They're in the taco meat.
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Now, what say you and I blow this pop stand
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and head off for a spot of slap n' tickle?
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I mean sex,
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in case the lingo hasn't made it to the states.
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I think I'm probably leaving here with Jeff.
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Really? I'm sorry, I just--
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just assumed that you two were done,
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Since, uh...
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Jeff and Britta did, uh, the Yankee Doodle.
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Oh, don't tell me that didn't make it to the states.