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if i ever complained about washing dishes, my mother would say,
"Thank God for dirty dishes, they have a tale to tell. While others may go hungry, we're eating very well."
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Deep.
Deep like the minds of Minolta,
now picture this!
Let's picnic inside a Morgue.
Not picnic baskets,
picnic caskets!
And I got the machine to crack the fuckin chestplates open and release the cuts!
And I'll release them guts!
Brutal, Jagged-edge, Totally Rough!
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