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Heyyyyyy, Uncle Father Oscar. Way to plant, Ann! Chickens don't clap! Michael, I'm your older brother. I'll never be proud of you. Oh, yes, there absolutely will be a margarita made in my mouth. It's ok. You be with Yam. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot… your wife is dead! They're not gonna strip, right? I told them not to, but I can't guarantee their instincts won't kick in.
Even though so many people in this office are begging for it. I should be in this Poof. [sniffs hand] Oh, God. I'm going to run this through again on "pots and pans." There are dozens of us! DOZENS! I spent so much time making sweet love on my wife that it's hard to hear anything over the clatter of her breasts. You want to have some guy reach around you in the middle of the night, start messing with your junk? Well, yeah you've gotta lock that down.
But I didn't take wasn't optimistic it could be done for an answer. I see you've wasted no time in filling my seat hole. Daddy horny, Michael. Ohhh little guy. The tears aren't coming. The tears just aren't coming. Sister's my new mother, Mother. And is it just me or is she looking hotter? Turn this skiff around! There's been a lot of lying in this family. And a lot of love! More lies. No, it's the opposite. It's like my heart is getting hard.