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This is a typical day at my house, here at North
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| Dude, could you stop getting high in the house? | |
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| I am going to kill you with scissors, and pliers, and a blowtorch made from the flame of your bong and your goddamn anti-weed perfume shit that makes the house smell like perfumey weed | |
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