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This one goes out to my boy Zoski.
Big, fat, hairy.
REALLY hairy.
You are the grown-up Bill; you smell.
My man Neale; he's six-foot tall.
He's the devil.
Look at that boy.
He makes fun of me;
he's like, "Tom got no play! Tom got no play!"
The man's been watching midnight love because he learns how to talk to the ladies; the French ladies.
But no! No!
Month-old matzo!
Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!
Burning my village!
No!
Internet-ready lamp, internet-ready lamp!
Mommie!
My family,
we lived out of a duffel bag for three years.
All of my possetions were in a duffel bag.
I can count them on two hands.
I had a bananna, a picture of the guy from Judas Priest, a pair of slippers...
I don't know where I am.
I'm alone on the docks.
It's cold.
I think there is a rat in my pantleg.
And I just think to myself: tomorrow it'll be sunny, because when you think about it,
"Jesus at morn, sailors be warned. Jesus at night, sailors delight."
Mashed potatos?!
My dad raped your dad in prison.
Does that make us brothers?
DOES THAT MAKE US BROTHERS?
DOES THAT MAKE US SISTERS?
Yeah.
Yeah!
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