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Uh, no.
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- What day is it? - Friday.
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Why?
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Really.
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Morning, campers.
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- Oh, what you got? - Jelly, plain and glazed.
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- Save me an apple fritter. - All right.
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Yum.
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Bet you hate it when that happens?
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They're his tits.
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It's the only reason he eats eggs.
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And he just licked that one.