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| Sweet fancy Moses, it's good to see you! I need it bad, you little, ugly bastard! I crashed my car, I lost my job, and I still can't find my kid! | |
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| Wait -- That's not weed. You said you had a delivery. | |
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| Divorce papers. But feel free to roll them into a big, fat, pathetic joint. | |
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