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| Farmer Chuck: When's the last time I could smoke a blunt and not have to clean up before going home!?! | |
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| Chester: Perhaps a hooker would help matters. | |
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| Farmer Chuck: And don't get me started about my LSD withdrawals! | |
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| Depressed Stick Chuck: If you wanted me to leave you only had to ask y'know. | |
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