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| I will now beat you to a mushy pulp for trying to ply my sister with roofies and turn her into a Mormon Hare Krishna Jehovah's Witness while trying to sell her life insurance at your tupperware party. | |
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| WHAT? WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THE IDEA I WAS TRYING TO DO THAT? | |
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| Hi, Jon! Sorry to bust in unannounced. Damn, what happened to your door? | |
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| Sadly enough, though, that sounded better than how our date actually went. | |
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