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The Mothers of Invention
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Botulism on the Hoof
Howard:oh, that's really great! botulism on the hoof! dick:don't even look at it, howard, you're over the deadline jeff:the new fascist ensemble says that you can't have anything to eat, man, 'cause you're over the deadline howard:what's that mean? dick:i told you to be down here at noon, man, you're five minutes late, so you can't order, listen, listen . . . howard: you . . . told [...], man dick: these guys ordered like ten minutes ago howard: it's like having ronald reagan for a road manager . . . what can you make me in two minutes? dick: the deal is that, uh . . . howard: . . . besides sick! Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com dick: if you help me, uh, . . . for the airport, man, you be able to woof down some kind of scarf out there howard: what do you mean, 'woof down some kind of scarf out there'? dick: then you can stick your fingers in your nose howard: i'm hungry, man dick: eat a payday candy bar howard: listen, how about a little dry cereal? how 'bout an orange juice dick: never happened, man jeff: hey, get it on tape, that barber is a doofus, man
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