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 | Yep-yep-yep, it's time to talk to the Big Dog. | |
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| Good luck. We all call him King Leer. Get it? Like that play but... | |
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| Yeah, no, I get it. | |
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| He's like basically an okay guy (or at least he seems that way most of the time.) But he just can't NOT check you out. It's like so blatant I'm not even sure he realizes he's doing it. | |
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| Don't apologize for him. Of course he knows. He's a thug and sooner or later he's gonna make the wrong move. And when that happens, when he's hanging from the ledge and seeing everything he's worked his life to achieve starting to slip away, I'm going to be there to slowly grind his fingers under my tasteful Jeffrey Campbell wedge sandal until he falls to his doom. | |
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| "Meow." Again, for those sitting in the back: "Meow!" | |
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