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Judge69, forced to leave his room only because his entire house caught on flames, struggles with the "Real World".
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| Hey man, get you high? Wanna get flizzy on my rizzy up in hee-ya? | |
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| No thank you sir, my parents told me not to talk to black people! | |
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| Mutha fucka whatchoo say???? | |
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| No worries, I'll just shoot him with my level 2 terrier bullets if he gets too close! Silly black folk! | |
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| Cracka you a mutha fucking dead man! | |
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| Shit why isn't it working? Multi-fire must be on... Ahhhhhh! | |
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