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Your wife asks you THAT question...
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| Honey... do you think I should try to lose some weight? | |
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| oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit | |
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| Agh, the pain... so much blood... help me! For the love of God! | |
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| Call me "fat" will you, motherfucker. Now, where are those secateurs... | |
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...or you could be diplomatic...
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| *choke* What did I say wrong? I said you were perfect... *gag - spit* ...just the way you are... *cough* Please get a compress to stop the bleeding... | |
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| Bastard! You want to keep me just like I am, hold me back, never let me improve myself... I'm calling my mother! She can hold you still while I kick you... | |
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