Holy Swizzle-Bishes, Batman!

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Looks like we ordered a double-double entendre for the title, yes?

Hold the "pickles".

OH! OH! A triple decker!

Just make sure those "buns" are toasted.

OH! OH! A fourboople one! Or I guess that would be a "quadruple" one.

These girlfriends be CCRRAAZZYY, bishes! They're all swinging around and flipping and grasping and standing and stretching and all kinds of kookie-krazy nonsense! (Speaking of which, I don't know if you noticed, but I just spelled crazy with a "k". See? I can be bold and dangerous too! They think they're so tough... YOU AIN'T SO TOUGH, YOU INDIAN GYMNASTS YOU! They ain't so tough...)

Okay, so they're total badasses. And in little speedos too. I just about blew out both of my newly reconstructed hernias just watching these crazy pole-dancin' bishes. Dang.

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(Thank you for this, Louise! You have REAL WORTH, Louise... And don't you dare let anyone ever tell you otherwise. Not ever.)

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