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|Sender <firstname.lastname@example.org>||Jan 1, 2020, 10:44 AM|
A million [bleep]ing diamonds! Oh…yeah…the guy in the…the $4,000 suit is holding the elevator for a guy who doesn't make that in three months. Come on! So maybe you could start jete-ing, and stop je-terrorizing me! She's trying to prove that she's closer to my children than I am, but the joke's on her, because she doesn't know how little I care for GOB. How could I say no to the woman who gave me chlamydia?
Taste the happy, Michael! Taste it! I'm a scholar. I enjoy scholarly pursuits. Suddenly playing with yourself is a scholarly pursuit? Each year, Oscar attempts the four hundred mile walk from Newport Beach to Berkeley, California. In the twelve years that he's attempted this, he's never made it farther than UC Irvine.
I'm a complete failure. I can't even fake the death of a stripper. For the same reason you should believe a hundred dollar bill is no more than a hundred pennies! A flower in my garden, a mystery in my panties. Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant? Yeah, sure, dozens of times. Yes, she happens to be more experienced than a normal girl, but sometimes love should be… terrifying.