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| Hey, Taylor... I thought you were collecting money for the starving children. Why are you here? | |
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| Eh, I pussed out and decided to get drunk and stoned instead. | |
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| Gee, that's too bad. Do you have to give back all the donations now? | |
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| I can't. I spent them all on the beer and weed. | |
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| You're going to hell, you know. | |
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| Hey, if backing over that kid in the wheelchair with my truck didn't phase me, this sure as hell won't. | |
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