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| I'm so fucking full right now. God, I ate that whole bucket of wings. | |
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| Yes, and it was rather disgusting. You sounded like a greyhound licking its balls. | |
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| Haha. You're just jealous because you're a vegetarian and your food all tastes like dirt. | |
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| You wouldn't even understand. I have a very sensitive palette. Meat is for blockheads whose taste buds have been destroyed by cheap whiskey. | |
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| Mmmm, whiskey. Time to go on a bender. See you later, Igor. | |
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| Call me on my cell at least and let me know how you are. You know how I worry, Dracula. | |
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