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| Well...we had just gotten back from Wal-Mart...and she told me I should get my oil changed at Pads tomorrow...and I asked her where in tarnation Pads was...and she told me to just "fucking forget it" | |
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| So then I called her a bitch and she left. Strangest thing... | |
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| Why do you think she left? That's funny....She left carrying an ax. Do you think we should be worried? Damn bitch, needs to get home and make my pie. | |
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