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Chase - Looks like the Ghost is partying it up too. Duncan - Fuck fat people. |
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Duncan - Ahhh Mel comforting a wounded Thomas. Wounded by his own stupidity and still low enough to be comforted from a Bobby rape victim, God damn you suck Thomas. Chase - "Euu im Thomas I got alcohol poisioning and i need a blanket." When real men get alcohol poisionin they find themselves a bush, curl up in it, and ride out the storm. |
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Chase - The perfect end to the perfect night. Duncan - I find it humerous that one who once has attracted to Thomas is now cleaning his feces from the walls. |
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God bless us everyone... Except for Bobby. |
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