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This is my mother.. She can be nice, but she talks for hours about nothing. Just for the sake of talking she talks. Talk talk talk talk. Now that word has no meaning to me.
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| Un huh... yeah.. yea.. right. yea.. mmmhmm.. ok.. well.. sure... | |
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Alright, so my dad is also pretty cool, but he drives me insane with a bunch of anecdotes and lame jokes.
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| So then I said, Rectum? I damn near killed him! Hahhahahahahahahahhaha. When I was your age... | |
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Of course, whenever I have any friends over, they both try to maim him/her. I haven't figured out why yet.
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| Blake.. Why is your dad attacking me? | |
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| Let me show you some of my Kung Fu! I had a purple sash, you know! | |
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