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| "Brad -- I know I'm the rookie, but do I have to sit beneath the photo of the erect cactus?!" |
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| "I am the Sleeper Master. Everyone around me is getting, sleeeepy, ... sleeeeeepy. I am invincible!" |
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| Gary quietly sneaks away after slipping just the right dose of a new drug in the Maddens' cocktail -- that will convince him that Biakabatuka is the key to the draft. |
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| "What's Margolis complaining about? The Deep Snatchers' owner is sitting under a painting of a guy handlin' up on his business!" |
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| "Fantasy DRAFT? I thought y'all said Fantasy RANCH!" |
| A special appearance by the Town Slackers' owner, who flew in to ensure that he wouldn't get "nickel-and-dimed" to death. |
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| "Hey, who just passed me this note? OK, what the hell, '$37 for James!'" |
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| Next year, full attendance. We missed you, Melinda. |
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