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My roommate was really interesting. He had the best stories...
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| Did I ever tell you about that wedding in Galilee? Whoo boy... | |
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He would tell me about his father, who was a real big shot in some sort of theological field.
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| And then my dad was like, "no way, bitch!" and he totally turned her into a pillar of salt... it was awesome, man. Seriously. | |
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His dad had a lot of trouble getting in to visit, though... he kept trying to get in, but I hear the receptionists wouldn't let him in the elevator.
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| For the last friggin' time, the name is "God." With a "G." | |
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| Sure thing, Mr. Firehazard. You can just wait right here. | |
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