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| Babe, I'm sorry you found all my comics troubling and emotionally inept. | |
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| I just don't understand you anymore. I find no humor in what you create. | |
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| Did you read the one about the dead hooker in the trunk? That flipping killed! Gold I tell you! | |
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| Um. I think I need some time alone. | |
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| WE WILL ALWAYS HAVE THE MEMORY OF ME, YOU, A FIFTH OF JACK, AN EIGHT BALL OF COKE AND THOSE TWO CARNIES!!!!! | |
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