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| Hey, Josh! How's my favorite son doing on this fine day? | |
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| Not bad. But it's nine-thirty at night. | |
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| Unless my watch is severely mislead, then yes. Really. | |
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| Based on similar instances in the past, I'd wager you ate a bowl of Bran Flakes this morning and spent the day in the shitter. | |
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