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Hey, dave, Come on over. The beer is cold, the grill is hot and if the messes, lemon meringue pie doesn't turn that frown upside down. I don't know what will, with all due respect, commodore. I did not lose a leg and I and the ability to smell martin to be mutiny by the likes of you. You home Mr dolphin. If you're looking for a shortcut, take a left under the Enchanted Mountain. And hey, I ain't said left. No, not that way. Fine. It's your funeral. My name is Nate. I play the bass. I love to play it all over the place. The first time we met people, we just couldn't figure him out there. Ways were strange to us. Here. Me lad, may the rivers flow red with the blood of our enemies for free. People often ask me as an 8000 year old, bloodsucking ghouls how I maintain. My boyish good looks, simple exercise, plenty of oat bran and a tiny Deb of bat guano. Can I take you to the funky town? Oh, welcome to Trade deals are a spit of oiled is a cradle. It has been written that one day a man was walking to my shop and buy this perfect little dreidel. Where was it written? I'm the luckiest goat in all of Ireland I have me help my family and all the weeds I can eat. Oh, Danny boy! The pipes! The pipes are calling