I don't know why you got to do it
in front of the kid, with the "F'ing."
All you got to do is
say "earmuffs" to him.
Then you can say,
"fuck, shit, bitch," whatever you want.
Cock. Balls.
I'm just proving a point.
You don't have to celebrate it, Frank.
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Don't say sorry to me. You let down Frank. You let down me. Most importantly you let down Max. And right about now I'm having a hard time trying to figure out why I take time out of my schedule to help you get over - Max can you earmuff it for me? - that whore you dated.
Du pajade precis ett senarekommande blogginlägg för mig! DOH!
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