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I'm Britta's dad.
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- What? Why? - I don't know.
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Got drunk, didn't have a condom,
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and her mom gets freaky when she hears Oingo Boingo.
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Oh, god, I wish I could relate,
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but much like my son, I'm a closet homosexual.
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Don't apologize for that.
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You're talking to the guy that banged Britta's mom.
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I have no standards.
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Well, what do you say we take a tumble?
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I'll put on a wig.
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That's it. You're under arrest.