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| Hey, you! Hey, I don't know your last name... shit, I don't even know your first name, but I was wondering if you could watch my fat children for a few weeks while I visit my friend's meth lab in CA. | |
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| Lady, for all you know I could be a child molester with a penchant for fat children of irritating, harassing, threatening, petty, strung-out cuntrag neighbor ladies. Doesn't that bother you? | |
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| Nah, not really. I just have a big meth deal going down and I don't know how long I'll be gone. Plus the kids don't like it when I snort coke in front of them. | |
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| Uh, listen bitch... I make about twice as much than what you're offering at work, and nobody looks like cabbage patch kids. Plus your kids are always fucking screaming and shit. Fuck off crackwhore. | |
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| I do fuck fat children, by the way. | |
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