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Jim, Eric and Ellert go to pick up Trida for a night on the town. Boo-yeah.
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| Yeah Jim, the play at school was actually pretty good! Betty! Betty Nugs! Right, Eric? | |
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| Pfft, I'd rather just J.O. to-- | |
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Eric can't hold back. Trida finally comes out and gets into the car.
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| Hahaha! Who abbreviates it?? | |
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| Haha, hey Trida, did you "J.O." today? | |
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| Ughh.....yeah about a half an hour before you picked me up. Heh, heh. | |
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| Jesus, Trida! I was just kidding! Hahaha, I don't wanna know about that shit! Gross! | |
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