| Well, uh, I think they have a pickup game goin on at 10 AM tomorrow
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| Morning in the main gym for us freshmen
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| You playin?
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| It’s a co-ed game, so it’s a good chance to see some hungover chicks run
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| Up and down the court, watch their titties bounce, and hopefully have them
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| Back up into your morning dick wood while you D up…
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| That could be nice
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| You wanna head over to that frat party and start shotgunning some beers?
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| Just give me a few minutes, I gotta call my family, tell em I’m all
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| Situated here…
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| Good deal… I’ll be in the bathroom whackin it
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| (phone dials and rings)
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| …that's because Mrs. Snidel had her eyebrows and babushka lasered
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| Off, hello?
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| Hey mom, I’m at school, I’m all moved in, everything’s great…
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| Oh, wonderful… what side of the room did you take?
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| You mean left or right or… what do you mean?
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| What side of the room? |
| Did you go window or electrical outlet?
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| There’s, like, five outlets and the window’s in the middle of me and
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| My roommate…
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| Oh, so everyone wins, how nice… Does your roommate do ecstasy or
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| Snort heroine?
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| I didn’t ask him, mom…
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| Well, if he does, tell him you’re not interested… Not because you’re a
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| Nerd, but say it gives you bad diareah (?)
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| Okay, ma, sounds good…
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| Yeah!
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| I gotta get goin, there’s an orientation party that’s mandatory for
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| Freshmen to attend…
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| Oh, you should bring cupcakes… When you hand them out to the other
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| Kids, you say 'hi, my name’s Tyler, here’s to a sweet first year at
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| College!'
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| Uh… okay…
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| You won’t, but you should
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| I will next time… say hi to everybody for me, mom…
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| You say hello! |
| It’ll take you two seconds! |
| They’re all at the dinner table
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| Dying to talk to you… Everyone, Tyler’s on the phone!
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| (background)
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| Man: Hey, hey, hey! |
| Mr. College!
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| Woman: Who's on the phone?
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| Mom: Tyler, mom!
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| Other Man: Let me talk to the superstar!
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| Mom: Okay, here’s your brother!
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| Other Man: Thanks, mumsy… Hey shitstains, how’s it hangin?
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| Not bad, Pete… It’s pretty awesome here…
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| You gettin laid yet?
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| Nah, just unpacked…
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| But I’m sure you found time to smoke a few dicks and lick a few asses, right?
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| Nooo…
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| How’s the dining hall? |
| Full of tasty beaver?
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| Yeah, there were a lot of cute girls… and the food wasn’t too bad, either.
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| They actually served chicken parmigian…
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| Why don’t you slap some of that parmigian cheese on a big fat pair of
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| College jugs and have them for dinner, you fuckin dickwacker?
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| I’ll work on that…
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| DER! |
| Anyways, I talked to a couple of my landscaping buddies and we
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| Figured that we got a long weekend with you in early Rocktober, cause
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| Ronnie James Dio is playin up there…
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| Oh, okay…
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| Tell your roommate I got his bed
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| Uh, you can sleep in my bed
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| That’s where Fitz is sleepin, you fuckin asshole!
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| Man: Hey, I just wanna say hello! |
| Give me the phone!
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| Pete: Alright, dad! |
| Sorry I didn’t go to college like Alfred Einstein here, but
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| I’m a person too!
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| Dad: Just give me the phone, moron… How you doin kiddo?
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| Good, dad…
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| You enjoyin your freedom?
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| Yeah…
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| Don’t get anyone pregnant…
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| I won’t…
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| Okay… here’s your grandma
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| Dad, I don’t have time!
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| Dad: Say hello, there…
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| Grandma: Who is it? |
| The ladies from the classical shop?
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| Pete: No grandma, it’s the pharmacy
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| Grandma: Oh, good! |
| Hi, Dimitri, did the cream for my vaginal warts
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| Come in? |
| Cause, like, we’re talkin about they’re starting to spread
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| Towards the anus…
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| Pete: Hahahahaha!
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| Grandma, it’s not Dimitri, it’s Tyler…
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| Oh, hi, Bubbie… why aren’t you here? |
| We’re getting ready to eat!
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| Grandma, we talked this morning, remember? |
| I went away to school…
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| Oh, how marvelous! |
| Well, don’t study too much or you’ll drive yourself
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| Bananas! |
| Take some time for yourself too
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| Thanks, grandma, I will
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| College is supposed to be fun!
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| Yeah…
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| I had my first gal on gal experience in college!
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| Ooh…
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| Dee Snyder was her name… too much hair downstairs… not for me!
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| That’s nice, grandma…
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| Alright, don’t pierce your nipples!
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| I won’t…
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| Pete: You didn’t know grandma dyked out before, did ya?
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| No, fortunately she never told me…
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| Have fun gettin that image out of your head tonight when you beat your meat!
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| Thanks…
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| Uh oh, dude! |
| Someone else wants to say hello! |
| (fart)
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| Hahahahaha! |
| Did you hear that beef?
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| Yeah, nice job…
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| Four straight seconds! |
| Let’s hear you rip one that long!
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| I can’t…
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| Damn right, you can’t! |
| Cause they don’t teach that in one of your stupid
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| Books! |
| You’re either born with it or you’re not!
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| Yeah, you got the magic…
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| (doorbell)
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| Hold on a second, dildo, someone’s at the door…
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| I can’t hold on, I have to go!
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| Mom: Coming, just let me put the dog downstairs! |
| Okay!
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| (Door opens)
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| You gotta be kidding me…
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| Man: Hello, there…
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| Mom: Bernie! |
| What brings you over here?
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| Bernie: I'm just returning the power drill Walter lent me last week
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| Dad: That's not my drill, Bernie!
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| Bernie: Well, I guess it’s mine! |
| May I eat now?
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| Mom: Oh, that’s why you came over…
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| Bernie: Yes…
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| Dad: Terrific, come join us… Pete, go get Bernie a folding chair from the
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| closet!
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| Pete: Why can’t grandma?
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| Dad: Just do it!
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| Bernie: Thank you, Walter… Hello, Yeta, how’s your health?
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| Grandma: My labia lips itch, but other than that, I’m fine… knock on wood!
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| Dad: See, Yeta? |
| The fake wood leg comes in handy!
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| Grandma: True dat!
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| (Everyone laughs)
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| Hello? |
| I have to go!!!
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| Pete: Sit down, Mr. Fetterman… but don’t crush that big hog of yours!
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| Bernie: Pardon me?
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| Pete: I said Tyler’s on the horn from college
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| Bernie: Quickly, give me the phone! |
| (sniff) Why does this phone smell so
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| Bad?
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| Pete: I dunno… I didn’t fart in it! |
| But I think my grandma crapped herself…
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| Bernie: Oh, okay. |
| Tyler, it’s Mr. Fetterman!
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| Hey, Mr. Fetterman, how you doin?
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| Do you have a roommate, Tyler?
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| Yeah, I do…
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| I must speak to him immediately
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| He’s in the bathroom…
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| Go get him and bring him to me, now!
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| Okay… (knock) Hey Brandon!
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| Brandon: Hold on a second! |
| Come on, Oprah… Let me cum in your
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| Bellybutton! |
| Ohmygod! |
| Oh! |
| love it… (flush) Yeah? |
| What’s up?
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| Could you do me a favor and talk to somebody for a minute?
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| Yeah, sure… Hello?
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| Bernie: Hello to you, my friend!
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| Who dis?
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| The question isn’t who I am, the question is who are you?
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| Um… What does that mean?
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| It means you can’t escape the truth! |
| What are your plans? |
| To turn Tyler
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| Into a giant recording machine so you that you can take my thoughts to
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| Your leader?
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| Uh… Come again?
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| What is your real name? |
| Where do you hail from?
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| Uh, Brandon Seikz, Im from Oceanside, Long Island…
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| How dumb do you think I am? |
| Your name is 4−7 and you are a robot made
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| In a factory on the planet Yumnatz!
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| Really?
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| I know this because I too have radar!
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| I see…
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| We can make this easy or we can make this intensely difficult… The choice
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| Is yours…
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| Umm… I’ll go with not difficult…
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| Fine… then pass this message along to your leader… I know about the
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| Pidgeons, so that’s not gonna work anymore! |
| I also have buried the blender
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| In the backyard so better luck next time! |
| I am not an amateur!
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| Did not say you were…
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| Let’s call it a truce, or let’s call it the end of mankind as we know it! |
| Either
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| Way, fuck you! |
| Are we clear, 4−7?
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| Oh, I get it… I’m on the radio!
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| Then the message has been sent!
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| Tyler: Just give me the phone, Brandon…
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| Brandon: Nice talkin to yall!
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| Bernie: Die, alien!
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| Tyler: Sorry bout that, dude…
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| Brandon: Not a problem!
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| Tyler: Don't worry, Mr. Fetterman, I got everything under control
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| I know you do, Tyler, and if he causes any trouble just pull his battery
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| Pack, that’ll take him out of the game…
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| Good deal… Let me just say goodbye to my mother…
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| Right… and remember, no glove no love, alright?
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| Yeah, I’ll remember that…
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| Nancy!
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| Pete: Hey, fuckface! |
| Have fun telling ghost stories tonight with your new
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| Pussy friends!
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| I will…
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| Suck a hairy nipple! |
| Here, mumsy!
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| Mom: Stop cursing!
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| Pete: I wasn’t, mom!
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| Mom: Just go play with your cock and balls…
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| Pete: Right away, mom…
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| Alright, baby, did you remember to bring your dandruff shampoo?
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| Yeah, I did, mom…
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| Take the label off if you’re embarrassed for your roommate to see it…
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| I will.
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| Okay, go have fun at the mixer… call us when you get back to your room
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| Call ya? |
| It’s probly gonna be late, ma!
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| That’s no problem, we’ll all wait up, bye bye! |
| (click)
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| Man, my family ain’t easy to deal with sometimes…
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| Nobodys is!
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| What, your family’s a little nutty also? |
| Oh yes… Ya know? |
| I should actually give them a call, too, let em know
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| I’m okay…
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| You got it, I’ll be in the bathroom whackin it to my grandma eating out
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| Dee Snyder…
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| Good deal…(dialing and ringing)
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| Gay Robot: Hello?
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| Hey dad!
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| Hello, son! |
| Did you join a fraternity yet?
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| I’m workin on it
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| Well, when you do, I’ll come visit so I can fuck all your new brothers!
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| You’re too horny, dad!
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| True dat!
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| Hahahahaha
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| Hahahahaha
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| Good times…
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| Great times…
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