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I look at the midget and say, "you taking to me? You talking to me?" Then I say timidly, "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert." Nick Cave then walks in...
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Saunters in, checking his shoes. Shoes are shit hot. Loudly complains at the lack of 'a decent fucking ale' at the bar. Unsure if this is an American bar or a British one, scalps bar for jailbait. Ends up talking to weird guy with beard who may or may not be homeless but certainly has one eye higher than the other about the repealing of the corn laws. Fucks off swiftly to a dancehall/ happy hardcore night, gets AIDS off of a 15-year-old. Dies swiftly.
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It's an Australian bar...
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Walks in with a group of friends from different ethnic backgrounds than Glice's as he is about to catch Aids. Glice walks towards sarramkrop's friends and starts telling them off about their racial status in what he perceives as being his own bar in his own country. Someone shouts racist at Glice but then they realize that he's catching Aids off a racist 15 year old girl. Racist.
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Oh, well in that case I'll start a fight about the cricket/ rugby with some lesbian.
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Yes dear, yes you do. |
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Yes. you do. Racist. |
Ladiesandgentlemenwearefloatingslowlyinspace.
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In fact, contrary to your herewith assertion, it is you that is the racist. |
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at least this place has good music. |
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Like, how? Racist. |
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Look at you. You're sitting on a chair/ hovering above a desk/ typing on a phone/ interacting with technology in some other manner. It's a proven fact that racists interact with technology in exactly the same way. Which is proof that you are a racist. I couldn't be a racist. I'm not doing anything racist. |
Where's all the chocolate's gone? Where's all the chocolate's gone?
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So I shall assume that one of your slaves is doing the typing for you? Racist. |
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You've just abducted Keisha in order to make you feel like a non-racist when in fact she looks sad because of the way you are using her to cover your obvious lack non-racism. If you weren't racist you normally wouldn't call for help. Racist. |
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AIDS. AIDS. AIDS. AIDS.
You heard. |
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Are those bullet holes in the wall?
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Piffle.
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Talk about hitting a brick wall.
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''Lamby, here's one that goes on the internet too. See? It's not all bad, is it?''
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That's for sticking mail in, right?
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WOLF. WOLF. WOLF. They heard, while happily chomping on popcorn |
Sher, Hhit's ghaan haawful strhange, so it has.
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John Goodman steps in and starts crackin' skulls. Everything settles down.
I sit on a stool and spin around and ask Bill Murray for a Black and Tan. I drink my Black and Tan and have some chips (crisps to you british folk) |
John, I loved you in the big lebowski!
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I'm on a bus on the street, I see lots of policemen outside that new singles bar. They're saying something about gays and racists and barfights, but the green light lits before I can understand what they're talking about. There was a girl smoking a cigarette next to the policemen, she must have been a sort of spy or something, coz as soon as she finished smoking she went back in and sat at a table communicating whit a big guy in a mute secret code. I bet she told him what she heard from the police.
Gotta go in there in the next few days, sounds like a funny place, full of misteries and misters. Few ladies, eh. |
Blah lovers.
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What the fuck is this shit?
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I don't know I saw it when I was looking who was doing what. So I posted on it.
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i walk in the bar and kill everyone with blasts coming out of my uzi while black flag is blasting on my ghettoblaster that is taped to my shoulder.
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while i sit on uhler's other shoulder
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I walk nonchalantly into bloodsoaked bar, go behind the counter and pour myself a whiskey and coke.
Leaving a tip on the counter I proceed towards the jukebox and put on some Smiths |
Then, I start the zombie dance.
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then i come in and shoot up the place to the ducktales themetune
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