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All of the planets have aligned

"Sorry to get all pagan on your ass . . ."-My Roommate

"I am so surprised I gave birth to a horse playing sassy slut."-My mom

"Lots of chocolate, baths, and the Bible will sort everything out for you."-My Roommate

"You think you can walk over here and back and I won't follow you? I'm gonna follow you everywhere like a puppy! Mmm-hmm!"-Federal Work Release Prisoner 

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