"What do those remind you of, little Bobby?"
"Hamburgers!"
"Well, sure, Bobby, sure, cause they are hamburgers. Of course I would've said your mom's rack, her sun-burnt tits, you know, not that I ever see them anymore, but that's... well... you're probably too young to understand this but when a woman-"
"What are you boys talking about?"
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