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 | It's almost time for my High School reunion! I can't to see all my old friends again! | |
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| Don't waste your time, my son. You'll just end up competing for the same tired piece of ass that you were too lame to score with when you were a student, and hoping she'll pity you enough to blow you behind the dumpster. | |
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| If you are very lucky, the troll- girl from band might have gotten plastic sugery just to rub it in how you used to throw her reeds in the toilet before every concert. She may also be desperate enough to prove that she's "in", that she'll spread for anyone who remembers her name. | |
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| Please..go away.... | |
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| And your friends? Most likeley, they will ignore you and talk endlessly about how great it is to have "made it" at wall-phart and how much tourque their rust-bucket camaro has, as they struggle to feed a screaming mob of filthy brats in the low-rent section of the trailer park. Go home, my son. Save your cash for a lap-dance, and forget about them. | |
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