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"222 Warbing Road. And I'm stuck on the job with this prick. The shit-head who slept with Kimmy, when we first got married. It should've been his butt cheek exploded against the windows, not hers..."
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| Heyyyy! Willy, man! Look, dude, i think it's about time we totally kiss and make up over this whole dumb thing. | |
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| I'll kill you, you hippy shit. | |
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| You know Kimmy loved you man. She totally dug you. She thought you were the sexiest guy alive, man. Who knows why she went down on me, man. | |
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| Yo, maybe we should talk about this after, man. We should really focus on the job. | |
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| Really, man. Can you just, like, shut up for a minute. | |
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