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Telling the truth

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Doc Bruce Banner, pelted by gamma rays, turned into the Hulk – ain’t he unglamorous! Wreckin’ the town with the power of a bull, Ain’t no monster cause who is that lovable? It’s ever-lovin’ Hulk!…Hulk! Hulk!

Making your way in the world today takes everything you’ve got. Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot. Wouldn’t you like to get away? Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name, and they’re always glad you came. You wanna be where you can see, our troubles are all the same. You wanna be where everybody knows your name. You wanna go where people know, people are all the same, you wanna go where everybody knows your name.

Boy the way Glen Miller played, songs that made the hit parade. Guys like us we had it made

It doesn’t matter what comes, fresh goes better in life, with Mentos fresh and full of Life! Nothing gets to you, stayin’ fresh, stayin’ cool, with Mentos fresh and full of life! Fresh goes better! Mentos freshness! Fresh goes better with Mentos, fresh and full of life! Mentos! The Freshmaker!

My name is Rhoda Morgenstern. I was born in the Bronx, New York in December of 1941. I’ve always felt responsible for World War II. The first thing I remember liking that liked me back was food. I had a bad puberty; it lasted seventeen years. I’m a high school graduate. I went to art school. My entrance exam was on a book of matches. I decided to move out of the house when I was twenty-four. My mother still refers to this as the time I ran away from home. Eventually, I ran to Minneapolis, where it’s cold and I figured I’d keep better. Now I’m back in Manhattan. New York, this is your last chance!

Boy the way Glen Miller played, songs that made the hit parade. Guys like us we had it made, those were the days. And you knew who you were then, girls were girls and men were men. Mister, we could use a man like Herbert Hoover again. Didn’t need no welfare state, everybody pulled his weight. Gee our old LaSalle ran great. Those were the days.

My kinda people, my kinda place. There’s something special about this place. Got no reason to stray too far, ’cause it’s all right here in my own backyard! This is a Burger King town, it’s made just for me! This is a Burger King town, we know how burgers should be! Right up the road, left at the sign. My way, your way, one at a time, hot off the fire with anything on it! And don’t it feel good when it’s just how you want it? This is a Burger King town, it’s made just for me! This is a Burger King town, we know how burgers should be!

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