Check for fingerprints.
I'm gonna need to repopulate, you figure.
Dear b--ch. I'm out of here.
You hafta admit, she is one foxy lady!
I just don't like hanging around with musicians.
I just want b--ch and d--kbag to know it's all their faults.
I think they should just lock her up in a kennel.
The Philadelphia gig.
I've had my share of wins... with the ladies.
I'm working it off in chores.
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