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| Do you know why I pulled you over? | |
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| I dunno... cause I'm high? | |
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| No, it has nothing to do with that. As a matter of fact, I'm stoned as shit. The thing is... well, it's your shirt. I want to eat your shirt. | |
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| Are you fucking serious? Wait, hold on... what? Eat my shirt? I'm so high. This is insane. | |
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| Insane, yes. Abnormal, maybe. However, I haven't taken acid in a while and I think that if I ate your shirt, I'd probably see some crazy shit like Cher fucking a horse. | |
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