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| Hey, Brad. I bet you're wondering why I'm standing here in your laundry room with no pants on. | |
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| The thought crossed my mind. What's going on? | |
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| Say, Jessica, you're all into that body modification thing -- have you thought about getting a boob job? | |
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| And then she asked him if he'd ever been fed his own balls. He carpet-bombed his pants and fled. That's why he's in our house with no pants on. | |
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| OK, fair enough. Now can you tell me why he's wearing my high-heeled shoes? | |
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