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An obscure C-list celebrity becomes friend and mentor to the erstwhile superstar...
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| Same fuckin' shit happened to me. You cap ONE motherfucker over a little crack cocaine and the fickle-ass bitches all TURN on you. | |
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| Thanks, Todd. I mean, Mr. Bridges. | |
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| ...degrading... ...shameful... ...pathetic... ...humiliating... | |
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| Yes, yes, I get the point....thanks, Grandma. | |
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And then, finally, he hits rock-bottom.
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| I will NOT wear that chicken suit! Okay...I'll wear it... | |
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| And don't forget to call me "Daddy." Or else, NO tip...BITCH. | |
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