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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:57:44 GMT
Ahh, such a lucky fetus!
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:58:12 GMT
Does hang out mean choke you?
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:58:31 GMT
Everyone, we can all relax now — the planets have been realigned and order shall be returned to the people.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:58:44 GMT
The next minute you find yourself alone, I’m gonna kill ya.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:58:58 GMT
Nobody talk, just drink.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:59:17 GMT
The answer is yes, it was me who saw you doing leg lifts in the gym on that inflatable ball. It was quite the display of girl power. Absolutely loved the leg warmers!
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:59:29 GMT
Well, if it isn’t the Four Horsewomen of the Apocalypse. There’s a morbidity and mortality conference tomorrow to figure out who’s responsible for Foster’s death. And here’s the exciting news : I’m pretty sure it was one of you.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:59:40 GMT
You know, son, as a doctor, I spend a lot of my day dealing with other people’s poop. And I’m not going to lie to you, Jackie, it gets old. Now that’s, that’s not to say I haven’t enjoyed waking up to a fresh brown trout in your Huggies. Besides, you’re gonna do the same thing for me some day real soon. And yet, aside from actually seeing you being born and that time Wayne Gretzky said, What’s up” to me in line at the bank, you out of diapers is the best thing that’s ever happened. It truly is. Now why don’t you go into your room and play for a little while because we’re going to celebrate grown-up style.”
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 0:59:53 GMT
Well, geez, Agnes, does the field hockey team know that you’re missing?
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:00:04 GMT
Dammit, Laverne. Why can’t I ever be the one dying?
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:00:15 GMT
Davey Boy, I promise you, we’re gonna find you a kidney. I would swear on my father’s grave, but whenever I go there I end up dancing on it.
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:00:27 GMT
You know, I always wanted to be the father of a tiny gay sailor. Jordan, come on, we agreed that we would wait until he’s quite a bit older before we started systematically ruining his life, right?
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:00:39 GMT
You know, I always wanted to be the father of a tiny gay sailor. Jordan, come on, we agreed that we would wait until he’s quite a bit older before we started systematically ruining his life, right?
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:00:58 GMT
I’m just gonna go ahead and tip myself for calling this one. Thank you, me!
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Post by Diggy Diesel J Jim Bomb Lynch on Apr 25, 2015 1:01:17 GMT
Straighten up, Newbie, and I mean that in every sense of the word.
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