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| You american women crack me up. You buy tampons, a gallon drum of ice cream, 20 chocolate bars, and then a bottle of diet soda. | |
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| Honestly, what is the point of the diet soda? | |
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| Listen, Habib. Ring my god damn items up and hand 'em over before I rip off your head and shit down your mother fucking neck! | |
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| Comprende', camel jockey?? | |
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| Sounds like Sister Mary's "friend" is visiting again. | |
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