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It's a balmy Sunday morning in Fistfuck, NC
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| Oh SURE Mom, loads of fun. . .I can;t imagine anything more wonderful than spending two hours locked in a metal coffing with a delusional psychotic like you. | |
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| Hey sweetie! Pile your chubby fat-camp washout ass into the car! We're going to go on a drive! Won't that be FUN! | |
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| Oh, for CHRIST'S sake, ma. . . | |
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| Are you saying you DON'T want to go on a car ride with me. . .Oh I can remember when you loved to go riding with your mother, even when I had to lure you to the car with candy .. . . | |
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| Y'know Mom, being around you is like being fucked in stab wounds by mad dogs. | |
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| That's nice, dear, now get in the fucking car before I have to get the lead pipe. | |
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