Deep Blue remarked upon the size of my new novel, Yes, Virginia, There Is a Patricia Richardson, and She Ate My Balls, by the way. |
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A thunderstorm ate a robot. |
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I, a villain of the first water, ate your balls. Let's not make a federal case of it. |
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I, a genie, have been seen with my balls. |
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The Russian mafia, which is the reason I began eating balls in the first place, has no use for my balls. |
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My cleaning lady, who played Data on Star Trek, has no use for some cement. |
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