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| Hey, you know those little bottles of liquor they sell, you know, I think you know what I'm talking about. | |
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| Well my mom's been giving them to me as gifts for years for driving her to the liquor store and I just drank all of them. | |
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| Haha, your family is fucked up! Oh shit, I'm talking to myself again! I'm so weird! | |
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| Hahaha! Hey, let's do the Marx Brothers routine where I think I'm looking in a mirror because you're doing everything I'm doing! | |
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| Boy, did you drink all fifty of those mini-bottles of Captain Morgan in the back seat? | |
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