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| I wonder what the missus is making for dinner... | |
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What they're actually saying.
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| I'm sick of Dahlbergers, I hope it's chicken. | |
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| I'm grubbing for compliments because I'm a fat ugly bitch. I'll moan and piss when you say the wrong thing. | |
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| You know what? You're right, you are fat. And ugly. By the way, I have no clue who the hell you are. | |
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| Sigh... Another one saw through the bluff, time to whip up some tears, and slap him. | |
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