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| I'm afraid you've forced me into a corner, Jessie Jackson, and that leaves me no choice but...to Read yo ass, ghetto-bitch style! | |
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| [head swivel] Let me telllll you somethin', ain't nooooo body gonna telllll me what to do. Muthafucka better get a muthafuckin' clue and not telllll me how to live. [/neck swivel] | |
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| Brain...frying...the colors...the beautiful, beautiful colors... | |
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| Sorry I had to do that...oop. I fried him. Guess I used too much attitude. *sniff* Smells like coffee. | |
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| *sizzle* *hizzle* *fizzle* | |
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