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| I used to have a friend named Hillary. I haven't talked to her in months. You see, she picked up this nazi-assed boyfriend who thinks that everyone with a penis is out to make love to her. | |
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| There he is! Wait, Hillary lives out of town! Even though he's walking the other way, I bet he's thinking about turning around and walking there right now to sleep with her! The bastard! | |
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| In fact, for merely mentioning her name, I bet he's tracking me down to kill me. | |
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| If anyone so much as says the name 'Hillary', wether it be mine or some other, I'll kill them! I'll kill them ALL! | |
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