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rob and reb do this weird eye thing
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if you don't think about the poor guy who has to clean this up every morning, this is really funny
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Rob's helmet was not effective - he was drawn to the aliens and their bright lights.
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After being analy probed by the aliens, Rob passed out in the middle of the street.
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Rob got something on his arm and decided the best way to get it off was with his tongue.
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crotch grab!
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crotch grab!
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I have a lot of pictures of Rob molesting Daisy. Here's one of them in Blockbuster.
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Here's another outside of Blockbuster.
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More molestation. You know, Daisy is really a good sport.
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Rob and Reb had a photo shoot. It was gross.
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Gettin' some tat.
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tat
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Breasteseseses.
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Now Neal's doing the Tobey-style coffee drink!
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Matt's got some pop-ice and some tank-top. Two essential house party items.
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Neal's dad really really really likes Dylan.
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Larissa was appaled by the plethora of Bob Dylan CD's.
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John.
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This guy liked BEER!
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Yum.
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"We'll share a banana split"
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Matt and I were jamming 'till Old Man Swisher gruffly stopped us.
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who's that?
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One of these thing is not like the other, one of these three things doesn't belong...
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the angry shirtless guy outside Neal's house
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