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Liz:"What do you think Dad? We finally got the moths out..wait, one just when up my snatch"
John:"Dustballs are rolling up you're mother's coochie since I left her"
Weed:"Award-winning photographer Weed, here. Award-winning, but nothing compared to Michael. Now touch something wonderful with your hands"
John:*I have a new meat wallet to call home*
Liz:"My stench trench will belong to Anthony 4life*
John:*I don't think so. Anthony's just like me, so he'll find himself a new bearded taco in no time*
Weed:"Hmm. The picture turned out somewhat lasciviously. Were you thinking of poontang?"