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I say...
“I’m not supposed to be within two hundred feet of a school…”
“Tigers love pepper...They hate cinnamon.”
(screaming)“There’s a jungle cat in the bathroom”(screaming)
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I say...
“Not at the table Carlos.”
“And we’re the three best friends that anybody could have!”
“You guys might not know this but I consider myself…a bit of loner, I tend to think of myself as a one man wolf pack.”
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I say...
“You’re not really wearing that are you?”
“Hey bro, you mind putting on some pants? I find it a little weird I have to ask twice.”
“Pull yourself together Phil.”
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I say...
“Ewe, Alan? Did you just eat sofa pizza?”
“What do tigers dream of, when they take a little tiger snooze? Do they dream of mauling zebras...
“Am I missing a tooth?”
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I say...
“Hahahaha, ha, funny…Fat guy fall on face.”
“Quid pro quo, douche-bag.”
“What you talking about Willis…That him!”
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