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When ours goes off, I rip my clothes off no matter where I'm at... Start tearing through town on one of those big wheels with the power brake (you know which ones I'm talkin about) screaming the theme song from "the Brady Bunch" in pig latin.
Boy...
If I ran into the gypsy that put that curse on me, I'd have a thing or two to tell her...
Like why couldn't it be that song Tiffany redid in the 80's, 'I think we're alone now'?
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