where did she goooo?
…
mah luuuv-ly?
ah wanna nooooo…
wh-r do u whar do u goooo?
“what?”
i’m talkin’ ‘boute that one renter,
you know,
with the smokin’ hot bod
and the mini pincher dog,
who we only ever saw
when they’d test the fire alarm?
the babe, not the dog.
h-h-h-ho-ho-way
h-h-h-ho-ho-way
“who’re you
yammering about now,
hm?
i told you the girl at Jasper’s funeral was
probably twelve.
it’s the GMOs in the food:
that’s why rule of sevens, dude.”
i dunno.
you never know.
i know i know, i’m just not a big tv watcher. you know that. youre lucky im still awake, im beat from working at the mill all day.
well here, give me the remote.
no you tell me what you want to watch and ill go to it.
i dont believe you!
come on why not?
you always do this, you say that i can pick and then i pick something and you say no!
what are you talking about, i never do that!
ok put on the new melissa mccarthy movie.
no no no
see? told you!
its just im allergic to bullshit.
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