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 | So, how was that date with Lisa last night? | |
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| Well, everything went great until she put her cigarette out on my eyeball and grabbed me by the neck and slammed me into my wall. | |
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| What happened after that? | |
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| Nothing. | |
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| Going out with her again soon? | |
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| No way. I think that b#tch was raised on a chicken farm. | |
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