...but come on.
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The tragic irony was, he had actually been despondent for quite some time, but dared tell no one for fear of losing his business.
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Sometimes you have to spell these things out.
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"I know what you're thinking. 'Did he fire six snowballs or only five?' Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself...
...But being as the wind chill is 32 below; this is Ohio, and just one of my snowballs would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself a question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?"
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"We thought it would be funny if we replaced Dottie's bowling ball with a red balloon. Let's watch."
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Wow. Ever just hear a woman's interior scream?
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And what else can I say about this last one but..."Hello, sailor!"
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Yer on fire today. But my mind is racing wondering what happened that made them decide they needed that sign...
Excellent set, sir! Next time I go bowling, I'm taking a red balloon with me just to see what happens.
MARVELOUS Dirty Harry!
--nashtbrutusandshort
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