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| Did you hook up with my mom while she was still married to my dad? | |
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| That's a toughie, little man. Did we hook up? No, not really. Was there some intense dry humping? Sure. | |
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| Ugh. So back then my mom was just a piece of tail to you. | |
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| No way, little man. I was around for all the holidays. I was in the bushes watching you guys. Heck, I put together your toys when your old man was too drunk to. | |
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| So my real dad was a pretty bad drunk then. | |
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| Your old man just didn't know the ledge. He'd drink until he passed out, where as I know how to drink right up to the point of being a know-it-all who thinks he can do anything. | |
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