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| ...As I was saying, psychiatrists are there to help you, Dave. | |
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| I don't know... the thought of interacting with a human being that is possibly of the opposite sex makes my frontal lobe quiver with terror and anxiety. | |
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| You talk to women all the time. You know, that 200 pound hispanic mother-of-6 at the Burger King drive-thru, or that blonde you know at work who you occasionally encounter by the snack machine. | |
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| Oh, come on.. we all know that blonde at work only likes me because I can get the Coke dispenser to work with foreign coins. | |
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| WHOA!! How in the hell did you manage to do that, man? | |
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| I've got a frickin' ENGINEERING DEGREE, dude! I'm GOING PLACES!! | |
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