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Eeny, meeny, miney
All right Mother, I'm going to count up to three ...
'When you grow up little man what would you like ...
I'm too inhibited to stagger when I'm drunk
Could you spare a mouthful of turpentine?
Monsieur Degas, the water's getting cold
Artist Painting
Self Portrait
I've got solid gold contact lenses
Gin and tonic?