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Stop with the F bombs


Zod

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Wife: (throws something at husband's head) You son of a biscuit-eating bulldog!

Husband: What the french, toast?

Wife: Did you think I wouldn't find out about your little doo-doo head cootie queen?

Mistress: Who are you callin a cootie queen you lint licker?

Wife: Pickle you cumquat!

Husband: You're overreacting!

Wife: No Bill, overreaacting was when I put your convertible into a wood-chipper! (dumps box at his feet) Stinky McStinkface!

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Wife: (throws something at husband's head) You son of a biscuit-eating bulldog!

Husband: What the french, toast?

Wife: Did you think I wouldn't find out about your little doo-doo head cootie queen?

Mistress: Who are you callin a cootie queen you lint licker?

Wife: Pickle you cumquat!

Husband: You're overreacting!

Wife: No Bill, overreaacting was when I put your convertible into a wood-chipper! (dumps box at his feet) Stinky McStinkface!

Are you the writer for Orbitz?

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Wife: (throws something at husband's head) You son of a biscuit-eating bulldog!

Husband: What the french, toast?

Wife: Did you think I wouldn't find out about your little doo-doo head cootie queen?

Mistress: Who are you callin a cootie queen you lint licker?

Wife: Pickle you cumquat!

Husband: You're overreacting!

Wife: No Bill, overreaacting was when I put your convertible into a wood-chipper! (dumps box at his feet) Stinky McStinkface!

I <3 that commercial

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