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| where...oh, dude...we're evil. | |
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| yeah. especially coz we drank all that communion wine and peed on the bibles... | |
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| wait...where the fuck're your clothes? | |
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| i'm not quite sure. last i remember, i was running from your mom. i was clothed then. | |
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| what? why were you running from mom? | |
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| well, you're a fat fuck otto. it's genetic. your mom was either trying to blow me, or thought i was a kielbasa dealer. | |
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