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| boss, i lost the shipment...it was somewhere between the bonnie prudden fan club meeting and hating my last friend... | |
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| look, you fucked up since day one and i have come to the end of my rope with you... | |
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| you ever think that marbles are magnetic and blood is the cheese of the soul? | |
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| no...clean your locker out and give me your hat... | |
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