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toppled a vial of mercury releasing the
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wrath of the dreaded boo boys from
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the South Bronx, initiating the Bronx Cheer
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but this show is not fooling anyone.
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It's time we got started on the
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soup course. Mock turtle was Jinx's favourite
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served with a splash of turtle gusto
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or should that be gumbo? LJ stroked
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his ego yet again with more lecherous
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grunts than strictly necessary given his small
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amount of skin left in the little
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place next to the left side of
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that quaint little taint that just ain't
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right, you know? LJ stroked with a
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practised hand. In a teeny weeny way,
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On beany weeny day, he would say
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"Jinx, you should wear your teeny weeny
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sunglasses to the BBQ. Remember what happened
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when you wore those big old Elton
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John glasses? You didn't see the hot
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squirt of stickiness headed straight towards your
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forehead,where upon impact a group of
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Maori warriors went break dancing on your
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lap and then ordered some music to
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