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 | f#*k you Scot. I can't believe you're dancing on my mothers grave! | |
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| Save it Jason. Your the messenger of bad news once tooo often. I finally snapped. | |
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| She was my mother! What sick f#*k would kill someones mother, bury her under his own feet and brag about it. Just because he's not getting his tea breaks! | |
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| Hmm, is it still a grave if you're burried alive? | |
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| She alive!? | |
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| That kinda depends on how fast you can find dig. | |
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