suicide_king
There's no I in team - - but there's T & A.
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| Hey Mister, you're supposed to give me a treat, not steal by bag. Gimme my bag back! | |
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| Who wants a Twix? Snickers? Anyone like a Butterfinger? | |
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| Thanks kid, you saved me a trip to Wal Mart. The party guests we're gettin' hungry. Here's your bag -- don't worry, I left ya the apple. | |
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| You dressin' up for the office Halloween party? | |
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| Yeah, I'm goin' as a post suicidal Kurt Cobain, complete with gunshot wound aftermath. How 'bout you? | |
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| Vincent van Gogh with a bloody, bandaged ear. | |
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| Management is gonna be appalled. | |
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| Fuck 'em. They way I see it, we're both honoring two great dead artists with some funky self-inflicted wounds. | |
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| And both driven to do the deed by whores. | |
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| Ahh, I love Halloween. A cool late October breeze in the air. | |
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| Excited children collecting treats in the neighborhood. | |
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| The registered sex offender skull fucking my eye hole. | |
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| Good news, our Halloween costume was delivered! You get to be the reindeer's ass. | |
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| Fuck that, you're the reindeer's ass. | |
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