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Originally posted by Capo de La Cosa Nostra:

I eat dingos for breakfast.
Well, a Dingo ate my baby.

So I guess, technically, You ate my baby too. :p

The Doc


And you liar, teller of tall tales: you trample all the Lord's commandments underfoot, you murder, steal, commit adultery, and afterward break into tears, beat your breast, take down your guitar and turn sin into a song. Shrewd devil, you know very well that God pardons singers no matter what they do, because he can simply die for a song.