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Thomas Drunkalot Wanders into a cluster-fuck of death.
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| *hickups* Damn! What the fuck happened here? Can you tell me little girl? | |
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| Little girl?! Dude you've had too much to drink I think. | |
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The white fruity guy makes a fatal mistake.
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| Oh! You're a man. Could of fooled me. Actually you probably are a chick, you look like you could suck a mean dick. So get to it, you little fruit. | |
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| Man I'm gonna kick your ass. | |
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Thomas Drunkalot Wanders into a cluster-fuck of death.
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| I think I fucked up. Better run like a bitch. | |
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| You're gonna fucking die! Feel lucky there's an ambulance here because you're going to need it in the worst way when I find you! PUSSY! | |
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