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Tutti Frutti/Great Balls of Fire...now, *there* is an oxymoron for ya!
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Zamfir shows you how to create an attractive melody out of AIDS infected blood.
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Efferdent user, Sam Cooke, backs into the hotplate at the Greene Hotel.
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"Headache, Sikes? Maybe a little raw fieldmouse would help?" "Naw George, it's... Juju... Bad Juju! Got an Advil?"
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Ritchie Valens... Hispanic Crooner & Failed Test Pilot.
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"So, Ensign... where do the stairs lead?" "Er... they go up, sir!" "And these stairs... do they go down as well?"
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Here, we see the Everlys' ode to sexual experimentation.
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"Gimme back my prostate, you little brat!"
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Daisy was lucky... Farmer Brown never neglected foreplay with her, as he sometimes would with the mules.
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Father O'Brien had a unique way of determining new choir boy's highest register.
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Not satisfied with sporting the usual port wine birthmark, Dagwood goes for the 'choice cuts' look.
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Few people were able to enjoy the eclipse that covered a *very* small part of the Earth, today. Scientists believe it was the most localized event to date.
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...four Frenchmen fornicating, three cocks a whalloping, two pussies whipping and a goat singing hymnals in a pear tree.
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"My Slim Jim (tm) didn't snap!!!" *boo hoo hoo...*
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Seems all that atomic testing out in the desert has produced some honkin' big lightning bugs.
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"I don't care what the dog's been eating, I just want to know how he gets up on the counter!"
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Who's the black private dick that's a sex machine to all the boat movie chicks? Propeller Shaft? Right on!
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"...so, for my next amazing feat, I will now, whilst blindfolded, put the chicken in the rotisserie... SET IT AND FORGET IT!"