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All right Mother, I'm going to count up to three ...
I want some means to live beyond
'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?