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james was standing on the corner listening to uncle cracker and waxing his jetta, when rich had the nerve to walk by.
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| hey freakin rich, im james and im gonna kick your ass! | |
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| hey, im rich without the goatee, and i doubt your gonna beat me up, cause i will run you over with my mustang first. | |
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the harsh comment taken harshly, james made waste, becoming crouching james, hidden poop.
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| thats right james, jettas suck, and so do you. | |
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at that, the fireball over dallas came and hit, followed by a nation of mountain bikes, flying like angels or sparrows. thankfully rich had time to run to the bunker.
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