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“My favorite plane crash, and i know it’s wrong to have a favorite, but I’ll have to tell ya. About three years ago, off the coast of Colombia, a plane went down. I’ll never forget it, because i lost a brick of cocaine in the deal, but that’s another story. These people, they went in the ocean, and they say some people were eaten by sharks. How unlucky do you have to be, for the two oddest things ever to happen to you at one time? Did someone fuck a leprechaun on that flight? What happened there?”
~ Dave Attell