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Oh, Oh! Jim Guidus catches Ron on the street.
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| Hey, Ron! It's me, Jim Guidus. How you're doing? I'm doing great. But I suppose you heard about my success. I've got ... | |
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| This ain't going to be my day. | |
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Still has diarrhea of the mouth.
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| my own business. I'm into computer software. Making a ton of money. Got a 150' yacht. My own jet plane. Of course, I have ... | |
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Ron just can't seem to appreciate Jim's success.
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| my own pilot. And man do I have the chicks. They're on me like gravy on rice. And you ought to see my wheels. All foreign jobs. Wouldn't be caught dead with a cheap American ... | |
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