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That last one reminds me of something I once heard while riding the tram. There was a guy sitting about 10 feet in front of me. A woman got on who looked like she hadn't bathed in a while. She stood right next to him. After a few minutes he said something to her that I couldn't hear and it pissed her off (I'm assuming that he asked her move). He then exclaimed, "Bitch, your taco smells like Charlie Tuna up and died in it! I can smell it from three feet away!"
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