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| Hey guy, gimme a box of your finest condoms today. | |
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| Hey, there's no smoking in here. Finish it outside, buddy. | |
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| I can't help it, pal. I'm a walking talking cigarette, it's what I do. | |
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| Then you'll have to have someone else buy those condoms for you. There's absolutely no smoking allowed. | |
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| Whatever, prick. You're just mad because I'm the cause of your divorce. Hell, cigarettes gotta get laid to. I'll just be screwing your ex-wife without protection now. | |
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