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| 1978... Billy Wilkerson asks for a bunch of M-80's and an entire gross of sparklers for Christmas, and you said, "What the heck! Why not?" | |
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| I'm what's left of his little brother, Phillip, and I'm gonna fuck you up, asshole! | |
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| God... I am so glad I'm fucking stoned off my ass, and that this is just a hallucination! | |
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