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Oh shit, these just taste like a taco and a dorito. Now we have to drive 900 miles home, find new jobs, and explain ourselves to everyone.
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I know a cop that sells drugs on the side. Ladies and gentleman... that is what you call having the cheat code for this game called "life."
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Weed cures the hangover. Beer cures the cotton mouth. It's a vicious circle, really.
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90% of a restaurant selling Black Angus is making sure the 'g' in the sign never burns out.
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Surely there's a better compliment than "you have amazing eyes." everyone does. they're fucking colorful balls of liquid on your face.
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One thing that really annoys me about starting a new job is constantly explaining that "You bet your sweet sweet ass" means yes.










