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Them people can't wipe their ass without me.
In fact, he had not. He was drunk.
Take out there sexual harassment manual and hit me in my groin.
Some fool left them out. I'd offer you one, but they're mine.
- Did I strike him out again? - Ball Four.
Pee pee in them jugs.
- I think that thing moved. - Chill, Troy.
Fights begin, fingerprints is took, days is lost...
- Drink, drink, drink. - Hit it, son.
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