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put the smoke detectors in urine-filled pails and fix me a raw-jerkey salad. if you put a drop of horse-fucker into a bottle of champagne, what do you have? a horse-fucker. but put a drop of champagne into a room full of horse-fuckers, and what do you get? a room full of horse-fuckers. sometime's life's great like that. sometimes shoes go before socks, but sometimes it's the other way around. don't worry, i'm going to hire some guy in india to rewrite all this in limerick form.