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Somewhere in Scotland...the nastiest toilet known to man awaits....
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| Christ, I haven't felt that good since Archie Gemmill scored against Holland in 1978. | |
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Friends somewhat try an intervention.
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| I do appreciate what you're trying to do, I really do, but I need just one score, to ease myself off it. Just one. Just one. | |
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| Well, this is a good laugh, you fucking useless bastard. Go on, sweat that shite out of your system, because if I come back and it's still there, I'll fucking kick it out. | |
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Relinquishing junk. Stage One: (repeat until end of movie)
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| Items Needed: 1 room you will not leave, mattress, 10 tins of tomato soup, 8 tins of mushroom soup, ice cream, milk of magnesia | |
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| Porn, 2 buckets, television, valium, vitamins, mineral water and a dead baby crawling across the ceiling. | |
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