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| how'd you turn into a no good lazy drunken bum, Mr. Bob? | |
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| well, Timmy, let me tell you | |
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| a leech sucking on the lifeblood of society, a little man with little dignity. a parasite, relying on the good will of others to survive, not a man, not really, more like a bug or rat, living in trash | |
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| told you i could make him cry | |
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| double or nothing on Widower Jones | |
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