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Fry,
What would you say if I forwarded Wallstreet.com to this site?
I would say:
A Thank You verry much.
Do you believe in me?
Have you been a good little Fly?
If not, I may send you to manage a Chinese coal factory.
FRY — Preeeze preeeze serr me whire you eigteen dorrar in plofit Zone!
— Coldiary,
Mr. LIMM
Thele is no sense in pletendin
Yo eyes dey give you give away
Someting inside you is feerin like I do
We say all dere is to saaaay
Baby, BLAKEdown, go ‘head en give it to me
BLAKEdown, hunny take me tlew da night
BLAKEdown, I standin’ here, can you see?
BLAKEdown, its aw light
Its aw light?
Its aw liiiiight.
— Tom Pletty an dah Haht Blaklahs.
Santa:
You’re a fucking liar.
Whaaaaat?
Oh.
I fought you say “Santa is lie.”
Whew.
More fucking irrelevant banter.
Back to the fucking market, turds.