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| Hurry up store clerk, or I will unleash a tirade of profanities upon you and this hallowed convenience store (replete with slushee machine) | |
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| You in a hurry or something? | |
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| You have lived off the fat of the land for too long and you are too fat to continue to suck at the tit of this planet! My time is precious, not your time, my time. This is my time! | |
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| Is this actually going anywhere or is it simply an attempt by a rather inept individual to feel as though his life (devoid of job, devoid of purpose) means more than masturbating to a sears catalogue | |
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| Gimme a copy of plumpers, some nail clippers, some ho-hos, a couple of ring-dings, and some of those mexican sounding potato chips | |
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| The thought of chasing me and my piggies through hill and dale tire you out peon? | |
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