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"Holes is holes," you know?
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What about you, Hank? How are you feeling?
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Well, since you asked,
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I feel like the good lord himself
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picked me up in his bare hands,
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laid me down on a bed of rusty nails,
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pinned my ankles behind my ears,
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and just stuck it in.
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No vaseline, no lube, no nothing.
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Not even a little spittle.
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That motherfucker just took his Darth Vader helmet,
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that big Darth Vader helmet and just rammed it home.