The way you waggle those oversized hairy ham-hocks? You sound like a drone from the ass-end of a galaxy that never heard of wax.
Poor bastards.
How can you live without wax?
[Si je ne peux pas danser, ce ne est pas ma ruche révolutionnaire.]
I never had a problem before, but then maybe I was just hearing what I wanted to hear. 
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I’ll stick with the booze, thank you very much. Who knows what they put into the eggs on Bluefish Day.
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It’s been a long day at the slug races, Willie the Jukebot is dancing on the bar and Duck might actually be smiling.
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s’good, s’good.
This one has always been a favorite:
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Early in the evenin’ just about bluefish time,
Over in Charybdis they’re starting to unwind.
Jukebox on the bartop trying to bring you up.
Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on his box.
Chorus:
Up on the bartops, out of the street,
Willy the jukebot is playin’;
Bring a nickel; tap your feet.
Duck he hits the washboard and people just got to smile,
Mamma, thumps the gut bass and solos for a while.
Browf twangs the rhythm out on his kalamazoo.
Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo.
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Hey Browf, you know how to tell the difference between a Creedence fan and a chimney?
The smoke flows out of the chimney.
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#WHAT A WASTE
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[Mission accomplished!][1] Now that I have some more bits in my account, I’m gonna bet.
- b1.8 on Dad’s Boot to win, please.
How exciting!
[1]: Badass Space Dragon 2.0 - Round 2 - Cut & Paste
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Ayee. I can feels it, like that time I won big on Lance Slugstrong.
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He was totally on the salts.
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