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all go to Assateague, which is an island on the Atlantic Ocean famous for
its wild horses. I realize that the concept of wild horses probably stirs
romantic notions in many of you, but this is because you have never met any
wild horses in person. In person, they are like enormous hooved rats. They
amble up to your camp site, and their attitude is: "We"re wild horses.
We"re going to eat your food, knock down your tent and poop on your shoes.
We"re protected by federal law, just like Richard Nixon."
-- Dave Barry, "Tenting Grandpa Bob"
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Peter: Hey, camera guy. Check this out. [holding up an old woman puppet]
Peter: "Peter Griffin and Madame." Oh, Madam, you"re a lusty old gal, aren"t you?
Peter: [as Madame] You"re the one with your hand up my backside, darling.
Peter: Oh! She got me!
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