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| 70% | And you know what they call a quarter pounder with cheese in Paris? They don't call it a quarter pounder with cheese? They got the metric system. They want all the fucking quarter pounder with cheese. And what do they call it? They call it Royale with cheese. Royale with cheese. That's right. What do they call it with Big Mac? Big Mac's a big mac, but they call it Love Big Mac. They look big with mac. Ha ha ha ha. But it go up. I don't know. I didn't go on a murder team. | ▶️ |
| 70% | and the hummus runnica, this massive production team named Sunday Grandstand from a swarm of musics. | ▶️ |
| 69% | I can form a team, like my friends for that night! | ▶️ |
| 70% | establishing a team-made | ▶️ |
| 69% | Hey, uh, Alan, I just wanted to get you both in the field with you, but I'm not really a magic player. Okay? Okay, welcome home, my groups. Why don't you take a pair of these back to my studio? Okay? Eh? Okay. The very least you might have to go to receive the phone call and admission to go from President Nixon. I ask you to extend to you and to the special graduation. He said that like millions of people all over the world, he is a national watcher this time. The picture is coming very well from White House, he said. The President said he would only have thousands of people at the White House mission, but I don't mind what you would have to say from the moon. Eh? Yes, and I wish you a bow. The power of the team? Well. The President said he was proud of you, and proud of them. I'd like you to go to White House for dinner, and spend a weekend at the Camp Bailiff family after the mission is complete. Hold it. I try again, thanks very much. And I appreciate your time, Alan. I'd like you to take a pair of these back to my studio. I hope you do that, but we'll see you next time. Okay! | ▶️ |
| 70% | Now I'm tired of all those lame-ass, team-ass, prefabricated sorry excuses for singers and musicians. What if you write their own songs? What the world needs now is a musical revolution. We need some rock! We need something that has balls! We need something with substance, depth, something with soul, some edge, some passion, some power! Shit, if it's gonna be mellow, fuck man, it better have something, it better mean something! I'm telling you, you gotta hit them with something hard. You gotta stick them with something limp! Exist, milky, I'm so fucking tired of the shit that I'm hearing on the radio! Radio sucks! The same fucking songs over and over again! | ▶️ |
