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| Uh, hi there skank. Listen, about you living in our bathroom... I dunno... I don't think it's going to work out... | |
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| Listen, if you need to move out, that's cool. Me and my other skank friends will find a way to pick up the slack when you're gone. | |
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| No no no... I mean, YOU'RE going to have to leave, because quite frankly, I'm sick of having your skanky curling irons all over the bathroom. Plus you watch me when I pee, and I'm not down with that. | |
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| Okay... can I have some drug money? Do you have a girlfriend? Does Ben have a girlfriend? Can I move in later this week? Will you take me to Krogers? Will you buy me cigarettes? Let's get drunk! | |
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| Listen, why don't you try whoring around on the streets to get some money, then buy a magnum pistol, and then kill yourself with it. It's best that way. | |
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| Done and done, I'll let you know when I kill myself. | |
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