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| I'm not quite sure how we managed to get out of jail scott-free | |
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| Well, I just explained that they were pussies, and there was nothing wrong with carrying a harmless box-cutter and shouting bomb | |
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| And what about the drug offences? | |
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| Well, like I said, the white powder was just flour and up my arse for enjoyment. And the weed in my pockets was just ground up weeds from the garden. | |
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| Wait, you wanted to be caught didn't you? This is just another one of those things that you get enjoyment out of | |
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| Hang on... that was just garden-variety weeds? You made me smoke that! It might have been toxic! Stop laughing! | |
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