Carl the postal worker calls Ed the male dominatrix when he's feeling like a bad boy. But unfortunately for Carl, Ed doesn't take the time to deal with the drunks of society.
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| hey Eddyboy, wherdoyasinkyergoin | |
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...as Carl starts to sober back to reality.
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| wuhhhh...wait...ed...my PANTS!! | |
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Carl wouldn't mind, it's just that he only likes skinny boys.
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| sir, i'm going to have to ask you to lean against that gate over there...i'm going to have to...thorougly search you due to...a severe...DRUG problem..yeah...drug problem in the area..now IF YOU WILL. | |
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