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Great heroes have Great horniness.
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You think you know how this story is going to end, but you don't. Trust me, I was there. I know.
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Moses should have said "Let my people go. Please."
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When the oil of the lamp is used up the wanker shall light his own way to salvation.
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Fornication with your daughters thats like a double dog sin.
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Your mother eats fungus from the feet of lepers.
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Sin is moist make a mental note.
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Oh to be young and in love (with 8 Chinese concubines).
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The Science you don't know looks like magic.
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Heinous fuckery most foul!
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Said I, in perfect fucking French.
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And once I shagged Regan on a platter of pork in front of Muslims.
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She's a bloody vision of loveliness.
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I shagged a ghost!
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And so that is the story of how St. Rufus of Pipewrench was licked to death by marmots.
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Fancy a spot of stony bonking before vespers?
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