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In the begining...there was Sam.
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| Mom, Can I go over to Hector's house and watch a movie? | |
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The plot thickens... kinda like gravy.
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| Becasue, You're only going to smoke pot! You loser POTHEAD! | |
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Ahh.. it all mkes sense Now, really it does.
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| But mom, I can't. I get drug tested now. | |
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| Don't try and fool me with your fuzzy logic, you Devil child!!! ... You.... ..You..........POTHEAD! | |
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