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slightest chance she'll win,

I'm fixing to team up

with some bad-ass ninjas

to march down to Des Moines

and kick her butt.

"Keep Marchin'"

Mark!

Excuse me. Let me just

try that again.

My father raped me.

Oops!

What if the whole place

is a vacuum?

And you turn inside-out?

And your internal organs

implode?

- You had your b*obs done?

- Thanks for noticing.

They look great.

You are so warm and minty.

Ooh!

There could be

a Miley Cyrus concert.

There could be a Justin Bieber

concert ready to break out.

Bob, I saw your penis.

Don't look at me.

My name is Kenneth.

I'm Bob's brother.

But I will definitely...

Bob, I'm gonna sh*t

on your lawn.

I can't, I can't say it. Ahh!

What if this place

is full of piranhas?

That have learned how to walk?

Could be full of vegetarians.

Bob, I'm gonna

sh*t on your lawn.

- Yeah. Mm.

- That's disgusting.

You're disgusting.

You can take down Laura Pickler.

You can take down that pasty,

white ass and make... Sorry.

Not "take down that ass." No.

Hey, look...

Sweet baby Jesus.

It could be a Republican

party fundraiser.

You tell Orval

that this isn't over.

It's just not, right?

Move it, b*tches!

- Oops!

- Cut!

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