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| --and you've been trying to "get into my pants" since grade school, and just because we're at a party doesn't give you the right to come on to me, and-- | |
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| SHUT...THE FUCK... UP...BITCH!!! | |
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| My Debbie and your Harold really seem to be hitting it off. Oh, JOY! I sense GRANDKIDS in the offing! (GIGGLE!) | |
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| Hee-hee! I wanna be called GRAN-GRAN! No, PAW-PAW! Oh boy, GRANDKIDS, YAAAAAAAAY! | |
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| --and he tried to rape me, so I HAD to chop him up into little chunks and feed them to circus animals, and-- | |
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| Oh for PETE'S SAKE, Debbie! You could've at least TRIED to like it! | |
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