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 | My factory girl lied about being pregnant and won't marry me now that I flunked out of the academy. | |
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| What a b#tch...what are you gonna do about it? | |
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| I figure I'll check into a local motel and hang myself in the shower. | |
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| That's IT?!? | |
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| Well, first I'm gonna chug a quart of vodka and try to lodge this engagement ring in my throat. | |
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| Niceee...that'll teach that b#tch. Which motel? | |
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