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| page 37 |
The Dutch Margarita is the drink of choice for the plutocrat on the go. Accept no substitutes!
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| page 36 |
I present you with dialogue from Michael Bay's next feature; a four hour montage of sideboob, explosions, and racist jokes set to the tunes of Sammy Hagar. It's being called "Fuck Your Stupid Brain."
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| page 34 |
Conan O'Brien has absolutely no time for your boring stories. He can't be bothered to show the slightest interest in your dumb hobbies. He feels no need to express any sympathy about your dead pet. But can you really blame him? I mean, the guy doesn't even know you.
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| pages 32-33 |
Grape flavored Jolly Ranchers are so gross that the only way to make them palatable is by adding medical-grade narcotics to the mix.
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| pages 30-31 |
This is it. The Citizen Kane of unreleased films, destined to stay in some studio vault until the end of time because it's too good to share with the public. If you're lucky, Tom Hanks might invite you to his annual screening which takes place on the summer solstice. Those who've seen it describe the experience as akin to seeing the face of the Divine.
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| pages 28-29 |
Golf legend Arnold Palmer has only one weakness: sexy cartoon lemons.