Check for fingerprints.
I didn't wanna get turned into a zombie, but here we are.
I just don't like hanging around with musicians.
Dear b--ch. I'm out of here.
I think they should just lock her up in a kennel.
You hafta admit, she is one foxy lady!
I just want b--ch and d--kbag to know it's all their faults.
The State College gig.
You're magically terrible at this.
I dangle something colorful in front of her face.
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