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| WHEW! Finally got those fucking taxes done. And now I'm all set for some hot sex and some sweet, sweet orgasms. | |
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| (BLUSH!) Oh, ED! (GIGGLE!) I'll put the kids to bed and run up and slip into something more-- | |
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| Whoa, whoa, WHOA! I wasn't talking about YOU! I was talking about going out and committing a few juicy rape-murders out on the Interstate. | |
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| GASP!!! You mean YOU'RE the dreaded I-20 MANGLER?!? | |
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| Yep. And if you breathe a word of it to anyone, I'll kill the kids. | |
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| YOU--YOU--well, just don't expect anything special for dinner tonight, "Mr. Leftovers." | |
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